Blink of an eye and everything would be different.
Just a moment.
A second.
And in many ways the life I knew was over in just a moment.
Especially that one day.
That day that I had my heart torn out of my chest.
In a second it was all gone.
Except, it wasn’t.
The pain kept coming back day after day.
The only time I got away from it was when I slept and even then it would haunt my nightmares.
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The Things I Never Said Out Loud
PoetryThe thoughts and words that no one besides myself have heard or said. I started this book at 19, a couple months after I went through the worst breakup of my life. I continues to write it during what had been the worst and best summer of my life, su...
