What You Can’t See

fifteen and fragile,
I carry storms in my chest
no one asks about.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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April 21, 2025 at 7:00 PM
Rings so tree, Amanda. When my daughter was in her early teens, she constantly told me that adults, including me, didn't take her thoughts or feelings seriously. Looking back, she was right.
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