Twenty-one,

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*quinn pov*

It's been two months living in a sad and dark place in my head.

A week after we shared our poems Jacob and Luna started to date.

That's when the dark and lonely place spread throughout my body.

The worst pain anyone can ever feel is love and loneliest.

And you can't have loneliest without love.

I say that because with love it builds you up and makes you fly.

And when it's gone.

Your lonely.

You hit rock bottom in a dark hole with no light on an end so you have no way where to go.

And you just stay, and hope that the one person that made you feel love will come back and show you the way.

But they never do.

So you remain in the dark hole waiting to be saved.

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