Dear Me

By Aruna

Dear me,

I don’t want you to be special

I don’t even want you to

be normal

I know that’s a lot to

ask

I want you to be

you

just the scarred edges

hidden doors with losted

pieces

And I promise to love

you

with all the ferocities

I can

By Aruna

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