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Poems I can't remember writing #7

Of course, I know how to do it alone.
I've always been by myself.

Of course, I know how to do it alone.
I have learned how to get my own groceries,
and even treasure memories.
The only difference is the first one fills my stomach,
the latter fills my lost soul.
I've always been by myself.

Of course, I know how to do it alone.
I have learned how to treat my wounds,
even the ones I did not cause.
I have far more injuries left unnoticed.
It's not like it would matter anyway.
I've always been by myself.

Of course, I know how to do it alone.
I have learned how to answer my own questions.
No one was there to do it for me anyway.
I have doubts that I can finish them,
but I did anyway.
I've always been by myself.

Of course, I know how to do it alone.
I have learned how to cheer myself on my own,
but sometimes jewelries are not enough,
so I turn to bags and some really cute stuff.
I've always been by myself.

Of course, I know how to do it alone.
I just wish I won't.
I've always been by myself.
I just wish I didn't have to.

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