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Milica Radoja May 2014
There was a house
built on memories
with walls
covered in kids
and a basement
full of toys and stories
but it had creaky floors
and broken glass
that reminded too much
of red and blue lights
and strangers in uniforms.
10:08 pm
Milica Radoja May 2014
I carved
my skin
like I
carved our
names on that
tree.
8:26 am
Milica Radoja May 2014
And I know
a boy
with brown hair
and sad eyes
whose heart
was so heavy
and his speech
full of lies
he said he was
happy, but how
could that be?
When honestly,
he was only
just as "happy"
as me.
7:59 am, English class

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