When life feels like I dream my pain awake or as if I exaggerate it and failures and deception weigh harder than they usually do and your usual becomes all over again the worst pain you can never seem to forget and your heart gets ungratefully forgetful of happier times when the sufferance suffocate you
It's gets too hard and too heavy every single time
Will they be finally happy when they bury me?
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
