You know that feeling?
The one where you just feel this...
Hollowness?
This feeling of complete and utter...
emptyness?
I know this feeling
And I feel it all the time.
When I think of my life.
What am I doing with it?
What might've come from those millions of chances I've passed up?
What would've been?
What could've been?
When I think of these things I think,
"What have I done in my life honestly?
Truly?"
The answer is easy....
Nothing,
Nothing at all.
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Life of a Lonely, Wandering Soul
Thơ caThis is a series of poems I, Brianna French, have written. The are completely original, and I would appreciate it if you didn't steal them. Thank you SO much for reading! I am 13 years old as of now, but I will be 14 in the July of 2013. Please feel...
