"Look, just stop!" She stood in the doorway, anger and regret spread across her face. "Let's talk about this-"
"-No. I'm done talking." I zip up my only bag, my duffle bag, and string it across my chest. Ignoring her glare, I step past her.
"Please! Look, I'm sorry, okay!"
I stop at the front door. She looked pitiful. Fake. Desperate.
"You only care so you can use me. Now, you can't use me anymore."
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Poetry Book 1
PoetryRandom Poetry! This is just a cute selection of them. 😊 They're not necessarily in any particular order, they're just in the order of randomness! So *warning*: the emotions WILL fluctuate a lot!! And also *warning* possible profanity. STARTED: Marc...
