the girl sat in the corner, day and night.
pen in hand, so she could write.
i'd watch as she wrote, paintings in her mind.
i asked to see one, "please," i said.
but the girl denied, alarmed, shook her head, with wide eyes and shaking arms,
"i'd rather be dead."
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Poetryi feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, re...
