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A heart
Closed off
Insecure and yet
So blunt
A betrayal now known
I guess I always knew
That it would be you
But children we are
Children we'll stay
No one grows up
Ever
No one knows
What will become of them
It isn't about you
Or me
And I just hope
You
Will
Heal
YOU ARE READING
To You | A Book of Poetry
PoetryTo all the people I've passed and will pass again. A story of my sophomore year at high school.
