It was cold that night.
The wind didn't help.
My jacket was ripped,
and my mind had slipped.
You were smoking by the bridge,
and tossed the cigarette
It hit my arm, and burned my skin.
You scarred my arm,
and my heart.
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It's noon and I'm starving but my mom is in a meeting and won't make me food.
Struggles.
ily! Have a great day!
Caroline.
YOU ARE READING
|dusk| l.h
Short Story"how come you always smile at the stars?" "because they're lost, just like us."
