I reach out for your hand and it is not there.
I do not know what I did to sour our friendship.
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My Dissolution
PoetryA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
Emptiness
I reach out for your hand and it is not there.
I do not know what I did to sour our friendship.