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Crushed Berries

Nov 16, 2024
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Updated: Aug 30, 2025

By Yuna Min


There is blush on my cheeks,

Stress under my eyes. My hair

 are falling in white, Toe is rough

on the right. I drag myself out the bed,

My eyes are puffed up red. 


My blood is deranged

My eyes are engaged 

I just can't do this change,

I just can't do change 

Out of all options I fell for a flirt I

am easy to hate, 

Sitting on some dirt 

I want to wear his shirt 

I am hard to love 

But I know I will be hurt. 


It's 2 o clock in the night 

I dont know where you are tonight I

don't hate you I don't love you 

I don't know you and I can't have you But

you still prevail through


By Yuna Min


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