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I close my eyes and see you there, a figment of my imagination. You treat me well and listen to my pain. You don’t judge or call me names. In my mind, we play and tease. We grow old together. We fit. But then I open my eyes.
I’m alone.
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Meghan Thew
Fantasy writer. Creator of nonsense. Animal lover. Occasional Poet. Dabbler in painting. Only truly myself when being creative.
I've been creating stories my whole life, and with Vocal's help, hope to share with a wider audience. Thank you.
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