Leaning against my father, the sadness finally broke open inside me, hollowing out my heart and leaving me bleeding. My feet felt rooted in the dirt. There were more than two bodies buried here. Pieces of me that I didn't even know were under the ground. Pieces of dad, too.
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Thoughts for Rainy Day's
PoetryThis is the fourth book in my collection of thoughts poems books. Book 1: Tale No One Book 2: Thoughts Before Bed Book 3: Thoughts for the Lonesome Hope you enjoy! - H
