The only thing that basically kept me sane was writing about him. He was like a metaphor to me, I called him everything from a drug to a hurricane. Now that I am entirely healed, I can see how exotic and special my writing made him look, but he was not. He was a boy, just boy who I thought was way more than he was was. That was my biggest mistake
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Excerpt From A Book I Will Never Write
PoesíaExcerpts of a book ill never write, simple as that. POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING! Most are mine, Give credit if stolen #stolen means I didn't write that excerpt © jocey_rosado, 2017. All Rights Reserved.
