sting.
i feel my nose sting.
it's starting to burn.
i hate the feeling.
it's stinging from the drops of salt that fill in my eye. i try to stop the feeling.
i try to breathe down the sensation in my nose.
i try to calm my mind a decent amount.
i don't want my cheeks to be painted by my disconsolation.
i can't show the dried streaks of stress and deep sadness.
my mind's only focus is to prevent the barrier from getting broken; to not let the teardrops fall.
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All the Stars in My Mind
PoetryMy life as a teenager, with real emotions. Before everything happened, during, and afterwards. This book will have poetry in it and be full of my thoughts, feelings, love, and even personality . This is a raw story that I would love to become a real...
