All my childhood, still yet I wonder why?
Why was this all meant to happen
Only to me, I question why?I see you full of love, love privileging your life
Then, I see me, myself with wounds
Only because of the love I didn't findNever was this warmth given to me, neither will it be
Because I was meant to live this way, the only way I'll always beLove Deprived is my soul
I'll still question me,
Myself is the only reason this life will be loved, but rarely
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𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 // 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
Poetry𝖠 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒. -𝖭𝗈𝗈𝗋𝖺