Broken Record
Dear Julia,
My mind
It is a broken record
Of that one moment
The moment I saw you
And realized
I was in love with my best friend
My mind
It replays other moments too
Moments like
When you cried
And I was the shoulder
Moments like
When you left
And I didn’t get to say goodbye
But above all
The memory that replays the most
Was the one in which I sat
Directly before a messenger,
A respected elder of mine
Telling me that unless I forgot you
There would be consequences
I keep it hidden
But underneath it all
My mind is a broken record
And I listen
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I am a high school student at a small school, I've been through a lot so far throughout my life, but there are three things that I normally write about: I write about the depression that I battle every day and often lose to, and I write about the two women that I've fallen in love with, both of which left, and I'm never going to see either one again. If you like my writings, please e-mail me at [email protected]. It helps to know when people enjoy or relate to the things that I write.
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