Caught by surprise when those who we thought to have attained love are wrong.
Sorrow and Death are the blanket of snow that covers the morrow.
The days are sad, but the weeks are hell; the years: impossible.
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A poetry collection about life & death, love, loss, & grief. Written through the lens of a 15-17-year-old girl.
These poems are a collection of my story. Take care of them. They mean the world to me.