Walking in a crowd of smiling strangers
Chilly night breeze kissing my skin
I wanted to be seen,
I wanted to feel loved.
Memories flashed of the times when we're together
I walk alone and it's hard to sync in
I miss how it's been,
I miss how we loved.
— Samantha Noelle (03/04/18)
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Brutally Honest
PoetryThis book is a confession of a broken hearted, in love, depressed, sad, hopeful and dreamy teenager.
