Magic

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Another pessimistic poem from yours truly

You are not magic,
As much as you
Want to be.

You can’t make glitter
From broken hearts.

You can’t fix other people
By worrying about them.

Your hands cannot mend
A bruised soul.

You are not magic.

In order for things
To get better
You don’t need
To snap your fingers,
You have to wait.

Xo, Rachel

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