(December 25th,2023)
She didn't ever mind
That she knew every part of me
But I never knew her story
Her love came from everything she didn't tell me
I hope more than anything her final slumber was peaceful
Missing her will never come with deep enough words
But if I could pinpoint it
Would probably be
"I owe her everything"
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Your Struggles is What Creates Your Depth
PoetryA collection of poetry,and random thoughts written when I was struggling to find my way.
