2018 has its own voice . I spent it feeling abandoned and unwanted. Nothing went right. Heartbreak, betrayal, grief. As I type this, I can't say anything got better, some things even got worse. All I can say is, 2018 is its own story with an ending that led to only more pain.All I know is, I wasn't ready.
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoetryA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
