Empty is all she let herself be
Faceless hookups lacking real love or anyone to stick around
she let herself go giving pieces of herself away
no strings attached
Empty was all she allowed herself to feel
Naive she was in thinking the emptiness wouldn't consume her
And consume her the emptiness did
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Fragments of A Wanderer
Short StoryExcerpts from the mind of a wanderer. Through moments of darkness and in times of light the words confined in the pages within hold the thoughts of a teenage girl just trying to find her way. © All Rights Reserved 2016
