Dear Esther,
This morning,
I felt horribly sick as usual,
And I wasn't hungry.I've never felt hungry since seventh grade.
Before anyone could force me to eat,
I had decided to get some fresh air,
And sneaked out of my room,
Sprinting towards the deep oceanI am now,
Writing another letter to you,
Sitting on the rocks,
Watching the calm waves gently stroke the shoreRays of sunlight,
Pour down in might,
As the sun hangs majestically in the cerulean skyThe clouds;
Pure clumps of cotton candy;
Clusters of wool,
Slowly glide byThe scent of fresh sea salt,
Wafts into my nostrils,
As the placid waters seem to call out my nameThe wind howls,
Along in harmony,
Caressing my tear-streaked face,
Wiping the droplets awayEverything is so beautiful,
The thing is...I'm not.
Am I?Quinn
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shards of the heart
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