So I'll put on your sweatshirt and breathe in the scent.
I'll wrap the blanket tight around me, tears falling from my cheeks.
Then I'll pick up the broken pieces of my heart and try to put it together again.
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Short Stories And Such
PoetryJust a collection of short stories and poems that I have written. Some are fictional, some are based off of my own life. I guess I'll just have to leave you to imagine. Disclaimer: As with all poetry, not all of these are about myself and I do not c...
