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I remember it all
the first time we met
the the autumn leaves began to fall
i waited by the phone
and felt like a little girl when you called
we talked on the phone till midnight
told each other about our lives
when you were a kid you dressed up in glasses and a cape
you pretended that you were clark kent there to save louis lane.
i guess some things just don't change.
we'd laugh about the little things
and talk about nothing.
But those small talks were everything.
i remember it all
i remember every memory
i never could have saw it coming
Drinking coffee at midnight
staring into your eyes
everything was magical
we had endless time
every stupid fight
it only brought us closer every time.
you were the love of my life.
I remember it all
autumn turned to winter
It started to storm
the magic we'd once had
we didn't have it anymore.
i went back home
you said you would come to me.
i held on to that promise
you called me up tonight
said that you had to be honest
my heart crumpled like pieces into paper.
I remember it all
wanting to say something
but not wanting to say anything at all.
i expected too much
you never said enough
i remember it all like it end yesterday
holding hands and me laughing when you tried to dance.
i loved you with everything i had
you told me you used to love me
i was already in your past
It didn't take you long to move on
i still play your favorite songs
i wish i could forget you that fast
but it's hard to forget
when you thought forever was meant to last.
i wish i could forget
but in my heart
i know it's not true
i want to remember it allAll Rights Reserved

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Pinwheels and Dandelions

I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.