I WANT TO misplace you from me
and rid you to the farthest corner of the world
because maybe then I can forget
these wretched memories
and nonexistent love
and my hunger for it
that I will never admit
because you are nothing
to me
anymore
except maybe
rotten flowers.
But even then, I feel dismay, as I throw away those
once
beautiful
flowers.
Why?
—Irene White, on the day I came back.
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The Ways We Become Undone [ON HOLD]
Teen FictionSometimes you meet someone and your universe sort of just explodes, because even the sea gets tired of happy endings. Life is tragic and I witnessed a tragedy. ** After three years of keeping dark secrets, eighteen year old Helen Kumar wants to unve...
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