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Jumper

These days seem longer and Longer,
winter never felt so alone.
I'm here by myself and you're already gone.
Close your eyes and he'll come back,
I think to myself.
But the last time I saw your face, I knew that was a lie
If the mascara wasn't running down my cheeks
If I didn't say what I wanted to.
Did you do it on purpose?
I didn't know I needed to tell you that my heart was fragile,
but then again,
I was never good at games.
We always told each other
"You can't do it right if there's snow on the bridge"
But you never were a fan of rules.
If only you could see all the tears you've brought.
Those songs we used to sing, well.. Now it's just a painful sting.
Do you know how familiar that sting is?
You might
Only because pain was all we ever knew.

My name is Abbie, I'm thirteen years old, and I found that in my journal from last year.

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