She loved her mom but the guilt of slight hatred was slowly eating her alive.
The wire wrapped around her heart was squeezing waiting to burst it.
She couldn't properly breathe and speak without her voice trembling.
She wanted to be confident and speak but couldn't because of the anxiety creeping up.
She was tired because of the pointed fingers and blame that was directed at her.
Sincerely yours,
Fluorescentreader
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PoetryThe naked truth about the girl with a uninterested face, fragile heart and jumbled up thoughts. [poetry]
