Nesha
I remember crying my eyes out
and being mad at the world.
I remember not talking
and keeping to myself.
I remember shopping
and eating on Thanksgiving,
with you.
I remember the beautiful smile
and the kind words.
I remember that one secret you wanted to tell me and no one else.
Most of all I remember the secret that never left our lips.
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