Intruder
You broke into my home and stole something important from me.
I was only a child.
You stole one thing I can never get back.
Only if you knew how much it meant to me.
You stole and destroyed.
You took it and ran.
You were an adult and I was a child.
How could you steal from a child?
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sad random poems
Poetrythese are poems from personal experience. enjoy. I try to update daily. key word, try.
