dear oliver,
i want to die, oliver.
i really do. i can’t
live in a world filled
with beautiful people.
i don’t belong here.
“have you looked at
yourself in the mirror?”
father’s voice chattered
throughout the room
as everyone ate silently.
“no other girl in your
school has to get her
clothes personalized,
i bet. just a waste of
money.”
i know father, i know. i know
that i am a waste of money.
i know that i mean absolutely
nothing to you. i know
this. and more. but
please, do you have
to remind me?
quinn
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PoetryQuinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is...
