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But no matter how bad four wanted to find her other half,
To become eight...
Eight would spend her entire life trying to become infinity.
And for that reason, it would never work...
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Writer's Note:
I don't hate the chapter of my life you were in, 8, but I need to turn the page. You will never love me the way I've loved you, the way I've cherished you. I'll never forget your determination. The way you've made your name into my poems, or your eyes into my mind. The way you've never left my head, and who you were when I wrote these.
That version of you can live here safely, as the new stranger you've become roams about the hallways of our new school.
I loved her. I can't love you.
And so, the cycle continues.
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Blind Poets
PoetryPoetry for those who find both comfort and discomfort in the dark. - Em Instagram: @em.g_4 WARNING This book includes references to sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, struggles with mental health and so on.
