Song from a young heart.

I've got lots to say... But yet I couldn't say.

Weighed down by the weight of secrets

Promises

That I've sworn not to break.

How I wish

That there'd be that someday

When my eyes could truly capture

Moments.

That touched my heart so......

Like that of the laughter of friends

The smile of a stranger

Familiar familial embraces 

And the touch of a darling's hand.

Oh... As little life may be

As I am by now

Coming out to be the adult me

I've felt younger and older

than the age of seventeen.

But sometimes 

when I look across the deep blue sea,

and think back on how far I've come and gone

I sit back and wonder

if I should believe

I've ever felt so much...... of life itself.

A chapter of my life

comes to a close.

A chapter that I find hard to leave

Behind me

For how much

I've bled, loved, hated, lost, fought and loved again

I hope

to reread this chapter one day.

And feel like I'm seventeen again.

A call to the fallen.

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The phone rang and broke the silence in the room.

"Aren't you going to pick that up?"
"Shut the fuck up, Jack." Debbie spat at her ex-best friend as he stared at her blankly in return. "You're not authorized to tell me what to do in my house,"

Debbie moved clumsily, knocking over a plastic vase as she reached out for the handset and with her lips trembling slightly apart, "Hello, this is Deborah Ryans speaking,"

"Hey Debbie, is Jack there?" It was Hugh's voice.
"No, he isn't. I haven't spoken to him since the move,"
"He did say that he'd come and visit though,"
"He's not here; I'm telling you. And even if he is, I wouldn't have let him in. Thanks for calling man, bye."

And with that, she hung up.

Jack seemed to be focusing too intently on the fallen flower vase. "I overheard everything, you know,"
"I know," Debbie said in her too good as a matter-of-factly tone. "I wanted you to hear everything,"

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