what if what defines us
is what we can let go
not the love that we can share
but the loss that we can know
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the way the number of our texts each day
slowly lessen to none
hello?
where are you?
goodbye.
i'm done.
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what makes us ethereal
Poetrya collection of poems about love, life and sadness ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅ but alike the stars, what we have what we see, we have let go you see, the stars that we see right now are a reflection of reality, long ago ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘...
