craddleA Poem by breanna.jpgdate written: April 15, 2015
I found solace in your voice
and the way you're touch soothed me but the day you uttered "i'm not your therapist, i can't deal with all of this" my world of comfort and safety was ripped away from me like a childs toy. i was never the same that day
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Added on August 3, 2015 Last Updated on August 3, 2015 Authorbreanna.jpgAbouti am a photographer and artist who has just recently taken a huge interest in poetry. i use it as a creative outlet to help channel my emotions. more..Writing
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