If I knew that question would change my life for the worst, I would have never asked it. You could have given me a simple answer but instead you took it to far. You took away a part of me that I will never get back. That sweet, innocent, happy little girl will forever be lost in the mazes of pain and suffering. She will continue to cry out for mercy, only to be answered with bone chilling silence. She has been replaced with a new part of her, not as sweet nor innocent nor happy. Much colder and quiet, much older and taller, much wiser and stronger. The naive little girl seems so weak in comparison. But she is no doubt the stronger of the two.
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poems of a 14 year old
PoetryI'm 14 and I love writing meaningful poems, you just get to read them. most of them are based off sad things. I hope you like them
