The Goodbye GameA Poem by Courtneywork in progressMy throat constricts; my heart starts to beat quick from lack of traveling air . I gasp through the wall for a saving breath fs panic takes over. It’s as if I’m drowning. My only hope is to push the thought from my mind. This is the worst feeling I’ve ever experienced.
And you haven’t even left yet. © 2009 Courtney |
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1 Review Added on April 3, 2009 Last Updated on April 3, 2009 AuthorCourtneyDallas (for now), TXAboutI graduate from college with a degree in creative writing in a week, and after saving some money, I'm planning to move to New York to see what it's like. If the publishing world or an extremely large.. more..Writing
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