The Girl I Used To Be
The girl I used to be
Now follows me
Wherever I go
Down the street
Into the store
Everywhere.
I can’t escape her
She judges me
Tortures me
With my own memories
My nightmares
Will I ever be free?
She doesn’t make a sound
But her presence is enough
The thoughts
The emotions
The broken
I can feel it all
Cascading off her figure
A...
Monday 18th November 2019 8:15 pm
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