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Sometimes you have to accept that people will not come back into your life. Written for my mom.
- You did a great job with the progression in this poem, your narrator sounded like a real person trying to convince herself that the call would come. You truly conveyed desperation, which is rare.
It seemed like your narrator regressed too completely at the end, though. I can definitely understand the regression and the lack of a desire to get better, but I pictured the narrator in some sort of live-in rehab. She wouldn't have access to all those drugs if she were a patient. Perhaps she could waste away, but heroin, meth, and concaine just seemed like too much.