I sit proudly on the stand next to her bed
I represent a time when anxiety laid dead
In the morning, she wakes up worried
Her heart pounds
as she forms a frown
I always have the same bright smile
I wonder when that went out of style
It hasn't been long since we last saw one another
But I know she is far away from me
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Author:
Evelynn (
Online)
- Published: July 30th, 2025 22:43
- Category: Unclassified
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