Poems from Jody is writing

My eyes open. Crusted over with memories from before. I move on the bed. Body not sure where it is at. Breath in slowly. A smile on my face...
Athena. She showed up on my doorstep with all of her belongings. Her rich brown eyes watching my every movement. Athena walks through the...
 When ever I miss her I start to daze off, I think about her dancing in the green grass. I hear her laughing running through these fields...
I hate this body. In the mornings it accepts nothing. I puke and my joints hurt. No one listens it happens all the time I truly hate this...
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