The incident
branded me
a freak
an arsonist
crazy
a drunk.
I was
of these.
I was the
innocent
sweet girl
that they
were all
so proud of.
Why wouldn't
they
believe me?
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My Heart Is So Tired: Part Two (Winter)
PoetryWe meet Tage again in the cold months of winter and she tells us her story through cracks in the ice. What does it take to fix a broken girl?
