I woke up feeling dead
My mind— drained,
With cold sweat drippin',
Even on a hot summer day
Lying on my bed
Wiping it off
Sighing,
I'm glad it's just in my head.
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Broken Windows, Broken Soul
PoetryThey say, "The eyes are the windows to your soul". ... and only the eyes can see them. Your broken windows. Your broken soul. Let us be careful not to step on those shattered glasses on the floor... ____________________ Keep smiling. Keep shining. K...
