No. I am not alright. It's an unpleasant feeling, but when the rain comes it aches from my toes to the pit of my stomach, and numb from my shoulders to my finger tips. It hurts from my from my lungs to my throat, where it burns up and out into a sob caught in the back of my mouth. And my heart...is being sewed together while it's being torn apart, but the thing is, the tearing is happening faster than the sewing, and at this point I'm going to bleed out into nothingness. And I know it's because I've lost something. However. You can't replace it, only make room for new and happiness to distract you from the empty shell that once guarded and sheltered a very precious treasure...
...and that's when I realize I miss them...
--Chloe G. M.
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Trade Mistakes
Poetry"And I may never sleep tonight..." this is basically a public diary I suppose Poems, thoughts, and journal entries by C. G. McGowan (Oh, that's me!) Title taken from 'Trade Mistakes' by Panic! At The Disco
