Broken. Green things. Once was growing. Now? Just broken Black and white. Just shades of grey. Still growing. Just to be broken. Young. Not mature. Not in the way that they grow. Still much life to give had they given it a chance. Child. Not child like. Mature too soon. She never had a chance.Continue reading “Broken Young”
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