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jacrispy
jacrispy Age 15, Instagram:@geothecholo
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Words left unsaid

Winter moon and a soothing tune

played

as I paced my room.

Isabel,

my one and only friend,

dead by her own hand.

How come the fates sing of sorrow

when I wished for a tomorrow.

Friends since 9,

spoke all night,

sneak up to your room

to take a small bite.

Grown and mature

( as much as a teen can learn)

our bodies pressed

until the heat rose

and we backed off;

afraid of our feelings.

Dead now;

standing over your grave

I will say

that you were more than a friend to me:

You were life itself.

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