He was an open book, written in my language and with familiar themes, but at the same time, one with so many chapters I’d never get to read. He was a song I had stuck in my head and I convinced myself that the best way to get rid of it, was to sing it. I so deftly fooled myself into thinking that once I heard it, I’d be satisfied having been able to finally sing out loud the notes I’d been humming under my breath for so long. But I don’t think I actually ever did believe that. No, I knew full well I’d want more, and yet, I dove right into the melody. And I wanted so fervently for him to let me in while he insisted he couldn’t, or shouldn’t. But I can’t pretend I was shocked. Feeling so deeply what can’t ever be reciprocated is the constant in my life.
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Ramblings of a Loud Pacifist Redux 
Poem book please. That’s all I have to say.
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Amazing job, please don’t stop doing this. Look forward to reading more.
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Your soul is a beautiful poem, dear Sol, and this poem is your soul itself becoming words. Do not let your heart to ever shut down. Make it speak louder so people like me keep feeling through your own feelings. 💚 you inspire me too!
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Why was the gap so long between these? I’m not one to talk, but YOU are.
Get to it, little missy.
The Sun has to rise every day, whether it breaks up with an “experience” or it dances to the clack of the little brown woods.
The tree couldn’t survive without it. Albeit, there are other factors.
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