Three years since I saw your smile.
Three years since I heard your laugh.
Three years since I heard the words
That ended everything.
So long since you stopped living.
So long since I felt something.
So long since a person cared
For me.
Sticks and stones may break my bones
So you just broke my heart.
First contact with death like that
Can tear the mind apart.
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Random Works
Poetry**There might be some triggers throughout this work*** Just a collection of random writings, mostly things I write during Creative Writing class
