Why did I trust her?
Why did I think I could tell her those things?
How did she make me do that? Is she some kinda witch or something?
That was stupid of me. I can't trust anyone, especially adults.
No more talking.
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Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoetrySome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
