I am trapped in a cycle of stress,
Too many thoughts in my head are making me depressed,
My heart and mind are continuously compressed,
Ultimately affecting the way I dress,
Someone. Please, get rid of this stress,
It is making me weak and utterly depressed.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
