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angelagodoy
angelagodoyI write things
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She lets her self go, Since he left.

Rotting.

She lets her self go,

Since he left.

Since he left.

One less meal, why do I care?

I’ll stay in this house, and let the roots cling,

To what he made.

What he made.

I punish myself, I don’t fear loneliness.

I am terrified of it.

But in this house I’ll stay,

Rotting until I can find him

And his forgiveness.

When I leave,

When I leave.

He’ll be here.

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