big old tree

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 11, 2017

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Submitted: November 11, 2017



Staring at that big old tree I think. I think of all the times you hurt me and carried on free, I think of all

the time I wasted watching your crooked smile. I think maybe I could be someone

if I really tried, I think maybe I could've been someone if I hadn't wasted all

my energy on you. Maybe I could've been someone if I hadn't been trapped on

your nasty spider web 24 hours a day, 365 days a year for 17 years. But I've

only got myself to blame some will say, young girls never get it right I've

heard. And I guess they might be right, because of all the choices I have taken,

of all the decisions I have made ever since I am a rational being, you were by far

the worst and most dreadful one of them all. And now, there isn't a day that I

don't regret meeting you that Sunday afternoon, after my grandmother's funeral, under that big

tree. But for some odd reason I still come here, I still visit your grave, I still keep it clean,

I still bring you flowers every week and I still sit, stare at that big old tree, and think.

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