A girl came to my after school club.
She spoke about the shelter and I was fascinated by her power and bravery.
She was one of those positive people who pretend that home is easier than it is.
The next week we were told to write about what we liked about her visit.
I wrote a lot.
A lot.
A. Lot.
I asked if she knew that she was irreplaceable.
I'm pretty sure she did.
I may never know.
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How Could I Let You Do This
RandomThis is a collection of poems about all the things I find myself bothered by over my whole life, the future, and generally speaking about self issues for a lot of people through my POV. One thing that I struggle with most is the word emo. I was tau...
