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Stories by brookeanderson1335
forgotten
why do i feel as if i have to lie to fit in, to be loved, and not forgotten, to be recognized,and appreciated...
the poetry book
Tired eyes
bloody thighs
scratched wrist
smiles wide
hello, goodbyes
welcome to my world of lies.
gone
Knowing that this is the only way to stop her pain, she looks down as memories flow through her head of every...