The following morning someone knocked on the door and woke me up.
You didn't hear it, so I answered for you.
When I opened the door she stood there.
She seemed disgusted that I was even over your house. Why did you ever cry over such a fake girl?
I could have made you happy and these kinds of things would never happen.
-Katrina
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POETRY | E.B.
FanfictionDear Emerson, You started talking to her again and you began ignoring me too. I miss you a lot. When are you going to come back to your senses? -Katrina
