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Elizabeth

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

6 poems·Since June 2013
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Only

October 4, 2013

When I was young

I had a special friend

And right from the start

I knew he'd be there thill the end.

 

We didn't need to talk

He knew my every thought

Sometimes I ignored him,

But we never really fought.

 

We'd play morse code with the stars

Or at least with my nightlight

Mostly, we sat and talked,

silently filling firefly jars.

 

I couldn't see him

but I knew he was there

it took awhile to realize,

but he is always there.

 

I grew up alone,

but please dont call me 'only'

It's when God leaves me

that I will truly be lonely.

 

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