I can’t tell the sky from the sea anymore
but that’s okay,  Heaven is where I want it to be
I’ll be free to live how I wish
in a place where my sadness can’t reach me
Reborn as my own wish
I’ll be beautiful
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Handmade Butterflies: Three Poems

Let Go

Sometimes, we argue as communication
I mean, what else could I really say?
It’s just a depressing reminder
of how far we’ve drifted apart
I always take for granted
what means the most to me
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