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Aug 23
I am not the girl I once was
She rotted in my ribcage before I even Knew how to grieve her
What remains is a howl that
Outlived its throat
I drag her like a corpse
Tied to my ankle
Praying she’ll twitch
Praying she’ll open her eyes and Forgive me for surviving wrong
I liked her better
She was honey before the swarm
She was soft
Unscarred
Still stupid enough to
Believe in forever
Now she’s bones in a closet
I keep polishing
Hoping to see her smile
In the reflection
But she never stood a chance
And neither did I
A body can survive long
After the person inside is gone
-Sorelle
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Sorelle  24/F
(24/F)   
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