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How do you sleep?

Knowing that I’m broken and weak,

How do you sleep?

There is nobody I could share my pillowcase with,

suffering every day since the day I met,

My uncertainty, my loneliness that was undiscovered.

I’ve seen you with her, my love!

She with brown hairs I assume were dipped in chocolate,

Filled with happiness and devotion.

I saw her eyes too, radiant and vulnerable,

I hope you don’t love her as you do.

Unexpressive, undone and ready to abandon!

Knowing that I’m unsteady still,

I’m thankful that I ain’t there,

Preparing myself to get killed.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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