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Koraa 6d
Parents love their children—

But whether or not they like them is another story.
Koraa Jun 12
Cats tend to hide their pain till its too late—


I suppose that’s something we have in common.
Koraa Jun 12
Is it still love when the only thing given is physical?
Koraa Jun 11
The little red lines that mark my flesh
Are one of the only things that remind me my life is still going—

The way my blood fills those open lines,
Reminds me my blood is still flowing through my broken veins—

The way limbs sting in the shower,
Reminds me my nerves are still alive despite the numbness—

And the attention,
the yelling,
shows I’m not fully invisible to the people I saw leave.
Koraa Jun 8
Everything that’s alive breathes—

But not everything that breathes is alive.
Koraa Jun 8
Unpopular opinion—

No, a child shouldn’t have to be the bigger person.
Koraa Jun 3
I saw a glimpse of freedom—
It’s light poured through my window
The warm glow so inviting,
Yet so ominous—

If I took this light and held it tight
My chase would end I’d be right—

But when I take this light,
My heart will stop

My world would end,
And my dreams will parish

My mind will be empty
And my thoughts are let free—

Free of the pain I’ve endorsed in the night—
Free of the light that always chased for freedom.
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