Missing Out

  [dropcap]I[/dropcap] used to think

Good thing he left when I was young.

Too young to feel devastation.

But devastation

Would have been such a small price to pay

In exchange for being able to experience his beautiful soul

Full capacity

With an adult perception.

A poem about wether or not it is better to lose someone when you are young.

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UncategorizedJenna Norton