As I lay awake in bed,
I try not to worry about the small things,
I know it doesn't matter,
Yet the tiniest thing will burn me from the inside out,
Until it's all I can think about,
As the subtle smell of cigarets lingers in the air,
The words echo in my head,
"It could be worse."
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☆Quiet Wishes - Poetry
PoetryThis was from when I first started writing poetry so please be aware that it's bad.
