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Sarah

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

17 poems·Since November 2013
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XOXO

November 3, 2013

Uninvited, unexpected, unwanted.

You came into our lives.

Creating a storm.

Breaking friendships.

Creating panic.

Ruining lives.

Creating unneeded drama.

During our freshman year of high school.

You stalked each and one of us.

Like we were your prey, and you were our predator.

And when we threatened you,

You went away within less than a minute.

As if you vanished into thin air.

What, were you just having fun?

Were our lives a joke to you?

Was our protection just a mind game to you?

Were you even real?

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