I like to she think,
She would be okay with me being here now.
It's not her life,
It's ours.
She deserves what she felt.
She deserves her emotions.
She deserves her reactions.
She didn't deserve what happened to her,
But she had a right to feel the way she did.
I wish I could've been there for her.
She deserves it.
She had a right to her anger,
Her tears.
She's earned them.
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Another one about my identity. I dont know how to articulate my feelings correctly, but I think little me deserved a lot more. She was a good kid, yk?
She was an angry little girl, filled up to the top with rage and hurt. I'm coming to terms with the fact that that anger was justified, and she wasn't just a weird kid who did things for no reason. She had a lot of them, actually. (Tfw the authors note is longer than the actual piece LMAO
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Poetry, from the back of my mind
الشعرA collection of poems I write in my free time. No specific theme, but the title will usually say the theme lol. (No scheduled updates, will update whenever I write a new one because yea.) :D
