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looking in the mirror —
wishing i could break these shards,
to see my insides clearer.
the pain in my eyes,
and like a child,
i watch my reflection,
as it cries.
i recall those words,
"they're lies."
but that's not true.
my stomach churns and my heart divides,
i feel my gut wrench and murder my insides.
you can't preach about life once your souls dies.
i thought i could mend myself with you.
and i thought that's what you wanted, too.
but your intentions were never true.
if only life had a redo —
i would have ended it with you.
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8/12/17
YOU ARE READING
Dear You
Short Storyto the angelic girl that read this book; to the girl that died, anyway. a book written primarily on a friend's death. i discontinued writing this after i got my emotions out. *** you trained me to hide my emotions in a jar. you told me that feeling...
