Katherine was scanning through the pages of her notebook, when she found a verse she had written:
"Sometimes when you look my way
I look at him with a smile on my face
Yes, I do this in purpose
Because I know my feelings for you would be a waste"
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Mindless
PoetryIn here lies pieces of Katherine's mind. What it felt like to love someone and what it felt to be left behind. She is a wanderer, one who writes poems about her adventures. This is her most prized possession, the Mindless days of her wandering hear...
