Seeing him was red,
And like a drug,
He got me addicted.
Assumed I healed,
when I was dragged away,
Away from that drug.
Assumed I healed,
when I no longer saw,
Saw that drug.
When really,
all the emotions came back,
Like it never left.
~Poeticrhia
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PoetryA beautiful mess just put together for the world to see. Fathia Abdi Expresses In this poetry book the things she dealt with throughout her life. This amazing collection of poetry brings every teenager close to home and allows them to feel valuable...
