Somehow, you keep breaking your way into my thoughts. You make my nightmares more bearable. I wake up and I don't remember the stress of the night I just spent in my head. I just remember that you were there, and it helps me keep my sanity. I'm not opening my eyes more tired, more stressed. It's easier to get out of bed. I'm not as distracted with my demons during the day. You may not be here. And that may hurt. But for now, you're helping me get up in the morning.
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Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]
Poetry[PUBLISHED WORK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON] This is for the misfits. the heavy hearts. the broken minds and the lost souls. this is for the bruised lovers with tainted skin. the options left behind, not good enough to be put first. this is for the readers...
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