Numbers fill my phone
Holding entire beings
Doors to new voices
Longing to be heard
Images that hardly represent all they are
Only a few pixels of their personality
Notes and dates tell little
Only alluding to true meanings
At one point, few people stayed with me
Leaving empty lists of contacts
But through some miracle
Entry after entry has been added
A dream I never thought would be fulfilled
By my self-conscious brain
Now I have so many names
I can hardly believe they all care about me
I've come so far
From that lonely girl in the corner
I can count on numerous people
Who all have my back
A crowd willing to catch my fall
All because of the bonds we share
It seems so strange
Yet so...perfect
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June Writings
De TodoI'm trying to write every day in June, and I will (hopefully) be posting them all here. I'm using prompts that I found online because I cannot for the life of me start writing on one of my pre-existing ideas.
