Everything
is perfect
when I hear
his
"hello."
I pray
that he will
never
find out
what I've done,
for
I need him
than I let
myself
believe.
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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?
