my name, it wasn't yours
i say my name, it feels tainted
am i a word?
empty, meaningless
it wasn't yours to take
am i slandering myself
revealing something i never knew i wanted hidden
a lost thing
i wanna sit with myself
not in this by myself
it's gross
and nostalgic
and stings some how
it wasn't yours to take
Poetry by Holly Hawgood
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Written on 2024-03-21 at 20:08
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