"I don't get it," she said softly, staring up at the darkening night sky with tears in her eyes. "Why don't I get to be happy?"
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PoetryA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
part seventeen
"I don't get it," she said softly, staring up at the darkening night sky with tears in her eyes. "Why don't I get to be happy?"
