
I found this poem on a bathroom stall at my school when I was in my first year of college. I don't know who first wrote it, but I decided to copy it down and eventually to put it on here. Please review.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Poetry - Words: 46 - Published: 05-10-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2913898
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Poem on a Bathroom Stall 2 (Original Author Unknown)
I pull at everything that connects me to you.
I leave the pieces of us where they are.
Some edges flutter in the breeze.
I do this because it makes me feel better.
It is a ritual.
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