Empty
Bulletin boars,
something to hold pictures,
of friends and boyfriends
but what happens if
the bulletin board is empty?
To a girl who loses her friends
and has a brutal heart brake,
pictures are reminders,
reminders of what was,
and is no more.
To her, life is over
and her bulletin board,
remands empty.
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