this evil night, the crows came back harsher than before
"stupid girl, when will you learn? this magic isn't yours. stop liking it."
this stung like pressing down on a fresh cut
the cuts they give me when they call me 'stupid girl'.
this evil night, the crows came back harsher than before
"stupid girl, when will you learn? this magic isn't yours. stop liking it."
this stung like pressing down on a fresh cut
the cuts they give me when they call me 'stupid girl'.
a time, there was a girl who adored space. She read pages upon pages of books about constellations and the stars, memorizing names and how many miles away they were from earth.
I feel like I'm imposing
Which isn't fair for you to do,
It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside
I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was
I thought we we're doing this anymore
subjugated to solitude eternal,
only perceiving and watching love,
maybe receiving it but never understanding it
never internalizing it
it bounces off. Doesn't stick,
unkept and unruly and unclean.
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