Sometimes
I look at the stars
And hope
That somewhere
In another universe
We all got our happy endings.
Sometimes
I look at the stars
And hope
That somewhere
In another universe
We all got our happy endings.
Fall is the time
For the sound of leaves crunching under your feet
(But the leaves are green and growing, they never fall)
Why are women
Supposed to
cower
Before man’s expectations?
Why do we
succumb
To their
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