i sat stiff as a statue on the dirty white sheets. my tears felt like rocks pushing through my eyes. here i had an abundance of longing, but the real pain would show through the guilt and regret.
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Poetryi was love then i was lost. ©writingxfreak NOTE: some of the photos/videos used in this book are not mine, and i do not take credit for them.
