Posted on April 28, 2015
by Helena Toto
Too much time has passed to save her. All that’s left is a hollow Right here in my chest. I miss her – the fun we used to have – The realness & fullness between us – Ripe, like summer fruit. The juice drips…
Category: Adolescence, Poetry, YouthTags: alone, high school, loneliness, pain, Poetry, scared
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