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Oct 2017
Through cracked lips, he told me I wasn’t good enough.

And I believed him.

My heart froze as I watched the cold breath leave his mouth.

My body felt empty in the wake of his storm.

Little did I know,

I was too good
to waste my love
hanging onto
a broken boy.
Ashley Dewicki
Written by
Ashley Dewicki  F/Livonia, Michigan
(F/Livonia, Michigan)   
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