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By Minte StaraPublished 7 months ago 2 min read
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To all the light we cannot see

To all the songs we cannot sing

To all the tasks we cannot do

To all the stuff between me and you

To all the life we cannot grieve

To all the trust we cannot give

To all the time we cannot spend

To all the hearts too hard to mend.

To all the joy we cannot have

To all the love we cannot hold

To all the truth we cannot dream.

To all the trust to not just “seem.”

To all the tears we cannot shed.

To all the blame we cannot shift.

To all the folks we cannot turn

To all the jobs we can't unlearn.

To all the rocks we cannot climb.

To all the doors we cannot close.

To all the links we cannot break.

To all the things I've tried to shake.

To all the poems we cannot write.

To all the stars we cannot wish.

To all the marks we cannot shame.

To all the skin left in the game.

To all the homes we cannot take.

To all the fault we cannot talk.

To all the wrongs we cannot right.

To all the sins I've left to fight.

To all the roads we cannot walk.

To all the secrets we cannot whisper.

To all the paths we cannot follow.

To all the words left too hollow.

To all the oceans we cannot swim.

To all the sights we cannot see.

To all the games we cannot play.

To all the woes that got washed away.

To all the food we cannot eat.

To all the friends we cannot earn.

To all the wine we cannot drink.

To all the thoughts too hard to think.

To all the books we cannot read.

To all the places we cannot rove.

To all the walls we cannot scale.

To all the work beyond the pale.

To all the jokes we cannot speak.

To all the magic we cannot spell.

To all the hands we cannot grasp.

To all the nightmares from the past.

To all the Winters we cannot thaw.

To all the shadows we cannot throw.

To all the souls we cannot save.

To all the ghosts beyond the grave.

To all the ways we cannot find.

To all the bonds we cannot force.

To all the paths we cannot cross.

To all the chances we met in loss.

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About the Creator

Minte Stara

Small writer and artist who spends a lot of their time stuck in books, the past, and probably a library.

Currently I'm working on my debut novel What's Normal Here, a historical/fantasy romance.

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