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149 poems later

149 poems later, one can still trace you in my poems I wrote you carefully in metaphors and words that scream In the anagram that holds your lovely name 149 poems later I’m still stuck in this hedge maze life I try to cut my wrist and let my tears speak the unspoken I’ll try to cut the ones who surround me and be a new version 149 poems later, my feelings remain unspoken For the most part, they’ll forever haunt my existence Even if I bleed them out on paper 149 poems later, I wish to be left alone i'm afraid to walk into the future I'm taking my leave here, soon I'll be 20

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