I’m sitting in my bed
But I am not in my room.
I am back to the last time I saw Kale.
What are you doing!
Dad, you don’t understand!
Screaming
Red
Blue
And then he dragged me home.
Into this dark place,
And away from my shining light
Of Kale.
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Diary of Insanity
PoetryKeep it together Jess. I hope sprinting through the halls was considered keep it together. out of control. I was slipping just hold on... hold on...