School-
however,
does not change.
Well
one thing
does.
A new boy
my math class.
He doesn't know me
does he
talk to me.
But today
he smiled
at me.
He saw 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?
