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Fragments of Heartbreak in Paris
This morning I watched
as someone I love broke their heart.
Over and over,
I watched them wander through the secret streets of Paris,
clumsily holding their heart in their hands. -
Beyond the mirror's shadow
In the mirror, I see fragments
of you staring back at me,
but I refuse to let your shadow
define the woman I've become.
Your voice echoes in my mind,
reminders of the wounds you inflicted, -
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A Letter for Everyone on YWP – One Last Time
Dear YWP,
The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13.
The second, 15.
I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people.
And this is the last letter.
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Her fragrance of choice is ‘Adventure’
Your eyes; they change color.
From the brightest blue, like the pond we swam in that day, laughing until we were gasping for air and holding our stomachs.
Did you get that from your father?
