My Own Salem
This is just a compilation of my stories, poetry, and sometimes random blurbs of stuff.
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Wednesday, May 8, 2024
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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