They said we were all in it together, but they were standing on the other side of a one-way mirror. I was all alone and they couldn't see what I was going through. They couldn't even truly see that I was there at all.
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Metanoia - A Collection Of Poetry
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Tearing up
Tearing apart
The pages
Each one holding a feeling
Emotional pain
Emotionally shamed
To the po...
Come On, Eileen
The girl slept peacefully, wrapped in the comfort of her silky, pastel sheets. Her long hair flowing in every...