craddle

craddle

A Poem by breanna.jpg
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date 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

© 2015 breanna.jpg


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Added on August 3, 2015
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i 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..

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