Morning comes
and I am alive
still
as I watch the sunrise
a tear rolls down my cheek
I mourn the parts of me
that didn't make it through the night
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Oblivion
PoesiaSome people are like black holes - loving them is oblivion Isn't it scary how much damage one person can do? This is for the one who broke me. This is me trying to put the pieces back together. Healing through poetry. #tsc22 . . A collection of my p...
