Leave alone

As a child she gained weight

In hopes that if she filled more space

Someone

Anyone

Would notice her

115 reads

Dear writing,

There's the pen

Calling for me

There's the paper

Aching for thee

There's the door

Closed for me

There is my heart

Begging to be free

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