"My name is Demi Marshall, and I am a 21 year old college student from Northwest, IN. I experiment with a variety of writing styles (usually never showing them to anyone), but mostly what I do are music reviews. My writing has been featured in Unclear Magazine, Strife Magazine, my college newspaper, and my personal blog, InAlternative. I hope to continue writing and pursue a career in something related to music journalism."
The day we moved in, you dropped your mirror on the sidewalk and it shattered.
I should have taken this as a sign.
What started out as best friends living together
Quickly turned into canceled plans, confrontation, and locked doors,
Finally ending in silence.
You were everything I ever wanted in a friend.
By Valentine's Day you were gone.
I got home and your side of the room was barren and empty.
Those white brick walls echoed the countless arguments they had witnessed in only a matter of months.
I threw my clothes into your closet, desperately trying to fill the void you left in me.
I fought to repress the anger and sadness rising in my chest, never letting myself truly mourn your absence.
You were so good at making me feel small.
Now I've learned to live with the fact that you're gone.
I've accepted that you chose him over me,
The person who loved you the most, and was always there for you.
In the end, I hope you got what you wanted.
But you really broke me.
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