American cherry

Sweet and light with a tinge of artificialness, a saccharine glimmer too good to be real. All these plans made up, but never completed. Loneliness ensues, dimming the atmosphere. Contemplating her life, the true meaning of it. She wants to live, but she also doesn’t. Only truly alive in her imagination, the make-believe world that’ll never come true. Because she doesn’t believe in herself. Every morning, a depression brews in the kitchen, when she gets up and takes her first sip. An unfulfilling routine, dreadful and internally petrifying.

1. https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/z3it1r/i_will_always_be_yours/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

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