I am assailed with bitter thoughts
In a bathtub filled with vanilla drops
I douse myself in my own perfume
Some nights I am too afraid to face the scent of you
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Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
