I could hear people's whispers when I'd walk by, how you told them I was crazy and tears burned the back of my eyes.
But I forced them down. I wouldn't cry anymore. Not over anything.
Especially you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI've never been very good with words, much like how I am with people, I wrote these notes in a time when I couldn't quite find the right words to say out loud.
