I almost lost myself. In some ways, I did. I could no longer afford to be the me who started this journey. Broken in ways I have yet to find a way to repair, I dragged myself forward to 2020 believing things would get better. Spoiler: they didn't.
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A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoesieA 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...
