The Way He Looks At Me Poem by sierra chandler

The Way He Looks At Me



the way he looks at me is like there is a knife in his chest but there is nothing there. he wishes that he could take it back but he cant. he misses the way that things used to be. there is nothing that he can do now what is done is done

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sierra chandler

sierra chandler

porterville, california
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