Open your eyes;
I’m here;
I’m waiting.
Open your eyes;
I’m real;
I love you.

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[Prompt source]



Had I a minute with a younger me;
I’d share this aroma of vanilla and cigarettes.
The scarred skin.
The dull translucent eyes.
I’d tell her;
Keep your beauty,
For you’ll lose your mind.
I’d tell her;
You’re worthy.
Be brave.

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[Inspired in some convoluted way by this post]