Every night she looked up, staring at that some old boring ceiling, her thoughts weighted heavily on her soul, she felt crushed, being choked
but every morning when she rises from her bed, she closes her eyes and fights another day
She writes down her words
Lifting the weight of her thoughts a bit, enough to breathe again for just a small amount of time
Enough for her to survive every night, enough to get up for another battle
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Poetry
PoesiaThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
