My Own Salem
This is just a compilation of my stories, poetry, and sometimes random blurbs of stuff.
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Once Upon a December Night
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Wednesday, May 8, 2024
Women
Why is it me,
because I’m a woman?
It’s my responsibility,
to work as a servant?
Why single me out?
Were the furthest apart.
What is this about?
Can you please depart.
Why would you lie?
Please stop the abuse.
Do you care that I cry?
No, you’ve to much to lose.
Family
You’re supposed to love them,
but I cannot.
Talk with them,
it’s all for naught.
Forgive them,
like a robot.
To love means to cherish.
Instead I avoid.
To talk means to listen.
My feelings destroyed.
To forgive means to forget.
My fear paranoid.
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