He finds his way into my mind sometimes,
usually as I'm bracing myself to walk down that flight of stairs
or when I get really tired and it becomes harder to forget.
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What I Don't Say
RandomIn a series of poems, an unnamed narrator examines her best friend's addiction, her depression and sense of self, and what it is like to grow up when it seems like everyone she is surrounded by is falling apart. Containing elements of fiction and po...
