Dear Esther,
I miss you,
I really do
Don't you hear my cries,
Every single night?
Every day,
I lie on my bed,
Motionlessly,
Studying the concrete ceiling,
With heartbroken feelings
I recall our friendship,
And all that we had done
There's so many memories;
So much fun
But how I wish,
We could have made more...
Before you could no longer stay,
Before our time together had slipped away.
Quinn
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
