Sometimes I imagine that you walk into my room. You walk in like it’s your room. I should be telling you to get out but every part of me knows that you’ve always been welcome here. So I let you in. And I let you sit on my bed. You can sit closer but you won’t get too close. Are you scared? Are you worried? I’ve missed you.
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Helen Alarcon
18 years old
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