Standing there, my nail-polish chipped from all the picking. I couldn't help it, I couldn't wait to see you.
The sun blinded me while I patiently waited for you outside the airport, and that's when I finally heard you.
Your laugh, a melody sweeter than any other as you walked towards me with open arms, I'll never forget.
I missed you so much.
You've strayed so far, I'm glad you're back now.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
