Strangers with Memories

Strangers with Memories

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It doesn't make sense for me to remember the poem that you wrote about the girl you loved, and how you used to wander into the woods to pluck yellow flowers because she reminded you of them. It's a kaleidoscope of hatred and disgust, of lust and pity, of bitter words and acid heartbreak, that taste to me of summer.
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This is a place for me to put all the things I wish I said but I just couldn't. These are a way for me to "say" these things without actually saying them to the person I want to. I probably won't ever go back or read any of these because it's like revisiting a bad memory so don't expect much in terms of editing. Also I wouldn't consider this poetry but it is laid out that way. WARNING Talk of depression, suicide, anxiety, and self harm. Don't read if you don't like things like that and may get triggered. I don't mean to cause anyone problems of any sort, but these are the things I feel and can't help. Please keep negativity away as this is a sensitive subject for a lot of people. Thank you. Highest rankings: 99 in sadpoems Highest rankings: 118 in iwannadie

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