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| Author: | Squaredonutwheels [ Fri Jun 21, 2019 9:51 am ] |
| Blog Subject: | Back to nineteen |
When he picks up the phone His voice is the same A flush in my cheeks; my heart beats a fist through my ribs And just like that I remember his house Catching the train to be with him with him. him Writing and crying and hiding and waiting He hurt me he was cruel and entitled Trampled over me just as badly as my parents I tried to escape from The hurt The pain And yet there he is The same It's not that I need him anymore It's that he's an anchor to another time His voice, his laugh And just like that I'm nineteen again |
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