please listen
and know
that i still do exist
this
despite all i have learned
luminous arcs drift
through alternate skies
so slowly
beyond naked eyes
tears mistook me
i waited for you
and the dawn turned to dusk
you were there
somehow
you could not hear me
Max, or Not 
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Max Meunier
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beautiful melancholy
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It’s always very hard, trying to reach out to someone you care for, but the person just don’t realize the DEEP trouble that s/he is in, and you feel very helpless, because you keep reaching out to try to pull the person up, and s/he just, don’t get it, and eventually, you WILL give up, on trying to make the person see, or at least, i had…
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This is on that beautiful and agonising spectrum! 🌸
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beautiful!
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