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RED Jun 27
"It Was My Own Tear"

I was sitting on a bench,
Something made me drench.
There was no rain, no storm in the air,
Yet I was soaked—in silent despair.

It took me a moment, maybe a year,
To finally notice...
It was my own tear.
RED Jun 26
I was shivering in the cold,
With no one there to hold.
I saw a bear,
walked up without fear,
And hugged him as he stood near.
He tore me apart and ate me alive—
At least I felt warm before I died.
RED Jun 24
I lay on the bed hoping to sleep
Bed was soft but my life was not,later I realised, atleast I tried unlike someone who just died.
That day,
I slept.
I slept for the first time.
RED Jun 24
There were two sides of leaves one sat by her window every starry night hoping to escape other planned,fought,escaped she died on her window she escaped

— The End —