Jun 2015
I see his name and my stomach plummets
Not in the way it used to
Not in the way that made my face glow
And my knees weak
Its sinking
Screaming
The blood drains from my face
And I gasp for air.
Not in the way it used to
Not in the way that made my face glow
And my knees weak
Its sinking
Screaming
The blood drains from my face
And I gasp for air.
Written by
Alice Baker
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