By Hannah Durham-Arnold, Year 12
It's an affinity to wallow they said they found it in my bloodstream. Like a hereditary conscience - I have all I know from nothing. My crutches start to splinter now and I can see you pose to run because every time I slip, I tumble and I shield you from the sun. I lost myself a long time ago, found my reflection on a milk carton, And I wish I saw your face more But for now I face the damages of how when you watched me wither I pulled you under.
