As I wrote his name, the pen shook. Like the words knew they weren’t true before they were splotched onto the paper. I was so good at writing how I felt. Writing about pain. But when I tried to write something nice about our future, the pen laughed.
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Allyson is a writer, world traveler and future naturopathic doctor. This blog is her personal collection of poetry and art.
Super nice as usual ! ??