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Imaginary Friend Nikkita Pandey

Underwater

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The Girl You Used To Be

Anouk Freudenberg

You see her In your dreams, In old journal entries, And photos taken years ago.

She haunts you, The same smile Stares back at you With cold, empty eyes. And you wonder Where she’s gone.

What she has become.

She is rain pattering merrily Against your window, And she is sunlight Peeking through the clouds.

So you stand outside In a torrential downpour Hoping to feel close to her. But the only thing you feel Is cold

So you sob along with the sky.

It is a good companion, in the end. Partners in misery And nothing else at all.

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