The sadness
streaming down my face.
The pain
throbbing through my cuts.
The anger
clawing in my chest.
I will leave it all here.
All the heartbreak.
All the longing.
All the bittnesss.
All.
Of.
It.
Until I am
“me”
again.
My words
will never
die.
My soul
will be here
long
after I am gone.
©2021 Jai Lynn
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