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  • Writer's pictureErin


cruel summer turned

into cruel spring,

and the grin of a devil,

now somber.

what was once


has shattered

into a thousand pieces.

watching as she too,

turned into one of the

girls he loved,

past tense.

there's something in the

happiness of then

and now,

that causes tears to fall:

the invisible string

now broken in front

of our eyes.

was this all just

a hoax?

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