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Jan 2015
There is a bookcase
Full of stories
She never read.
There is a closet
Stuffed with clothes
That never touched her skin.
There is a journal
On the floor
with empty pages.
Because every thought
She ever had
Was never
Good enough.
Natalie Eusebio
Written by
Natalie Eusebio
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