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Aubree

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since April 2013
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My Final Letter

April 14, 2013
What would you do if I wasn't here? Would half of you shed a tear? You think you know me Can you can tell everything I'll ever be Think you can tell who I am. You say things to tear me down Things that make me not want to be around. If I was gone what would you do? Talk about all the things you thought you knew? Maybe you'll pretend that we were friends. Say if you knew, you would have made my pain end. Sticks and stones may break my bones But words will never hurt me? What do you call my broken heart? You whisper, you giggle, you tease and you taunt I don't understand, what more could you possibly want? You've taken everything from me My dignity, my self-worth. Do you even know how much your words hurt> So here I am, writing this note. Saying my final goodbyes with a lump in my throat. Are you happy now? I'm finally done. Maybe now you'll think twice, now that I'm gone.
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