Today is the day to stop pretending that you are okay with not being okay.
Yesterday could have been the day you lied your last "I'm fine."
Tomorrow could be the day you actually mean it.
If you do not pull the weeds in the garden, the flowers will never grow.
~g.h~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
