Dear Esther,
How could you do this to me?
You left me alone,
Stranded in some dark hole
Why couldn't you just stay?
Isn't that what true friends are made for?
You promised.
You promised me that we would grow up together till we're wrinkly and frail grannies,
And that you'd always be by my side,
Throughout the length of time
But...you broke your promise.
You left.
You left me on my own.
Why?
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...
