I was almost there
Almost to the bright yellow future
But there was a faint echo
An echo of who I used to be
An echo of the depressed girl
Who didn't want to live anymore
But I wouldn't let that stop me
I would continue to climb up
And up
And up
To reach my goals and dreams
To become who I'm meant to be
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Rose Roland
A young teen writer just writing for fun and hoping to improve her skills. I write poetry and short fiction.
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Content Warning: Domestic Violence, Assault Rage D. A. Ratliff “Who did this?” My voice echoed through the house. All I wanted was a cup of tea, but one of the twins, running through the house like maniacs, knocked it over. My nerves tingled, and every muscle in my body felt coiled like a spring. Survival seemed out of reach.
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