I was good at beating myself up. After you had departed I was shattered but maybe I needed that breaking.
For I started to make room for words, the good, what's meant for me and my destiny.
I started opening the windows for the morning breeze to come in through it and for the sun to seep in.
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He Is Not Like Others
PoetryYou're both that star you are sending your wishes to and the miracle you are waiting for. A collection of free verse poems and proses under the name of Wish (@WishWrites). S T A T U S {COMPLETED} # 1st in analogies [070620] # 2nd in proses [070720...
