Ends of the Earth

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46052
United States
40° 3' 1.3428" N, 86° 27' 33.1524" W

 You thought they would go to the ends of the Earth for you,

and while you thought this, you sat together and showed each other your souls.

Completely vulnerable and raw,

you learned everything about them.

You memorized the sound of their laugh;

which is ingrained in your brain now like a tumor.

You slowly began to realize you needed them.

You thought they would go to the ends of the earth for you,

and when you needed them to-

they didn't.

You began trying to forget everything you knew about them.

Your soul shattered.

You cried alone.

The tumor that was their laugh kept playing in your head- spreading. 

You needed them, but they didn't need you.

And you began to wonder,

with every person you met,

"well if they left, what's stopping you from doing it, too?"

This poem is about: 
Me

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