It didn't kill me
But something inside me died that day.
A spark I'd always had died out.
You can see it in the pictures that were taken back then
I want from a happy girl
To someone who'd already seen too much
Who experienced how cruel people can be
And how heavy the burden of a secret weighs.
It didn't kill me
But sometimes I wish it had.
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Author:
Dreamer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes I think of what could have been and I mourn the girl I used to be and what she could've grown into.
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