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Ongoing, First published Dec 06, 2019
You're gone and now there's no one left to listen. Might as well make a permanent spectacle out of my sadness. Poems when I just want to scream at all the people who said they loved me. Words I want to say but I can't. Anger. Grief. Everyone said "call me if you need me." I said, "I'm terrified of phone calls." So, here I am. Alone. I wish I could bring you back.All Rights Reserved
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