i think that i've started coming to terms
with the fact that
no matter what,
there will always be some sort of
hole inside of me that's
asking to be filled and
there will always
be a part of me
that's still mocked at the playground,
that's still sitting alone at the lunch table,
that's still leaving the birthday party in tears,
that's still yearning, searching,
begging for that feeling of
belonging
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poetrywe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
