hey, it's present-day me
are you still here?
can you see my past?
do you see the other me?
haven't you heard?
there's more to hear
there are more stories
and more tears
not from you, of course,
but from me
and that's my warning to you
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surviving me
Poeziethe pains the struggles the overall hurt and my, at the time, undying tunnel of darkness starting from fifth grade onward welcome to my past author's note: This is writing from when I was in middle school that I would like to share. Maybe you can...
