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Soon sixteen and life has not been a dream.
I am told life is not supposed to be hard, yet it is for the little girl.
Dear Benjamin James Fussel,
Hey...
How are you?
I hope that you're well, wherever you are.
Hey...
I know...
It's been a few years,
though you've probably haven't aged.
Blood filled the room.Or at least it seemed so.I saw it fall apartI saw it all happenI fell because I can't handle this
I saw you with your new girlfriend a few nights ago.
Your hair was slicked back. You were wearing that tux I picked out for you, the navy one.
You seemed to be having a great time.
Before I end my sentence,
Listen for once.
Breathe through your heart, feel through eyes, and sing with an open mind.
