I have a favorite day,
but it's not a certain date.
It's something that I treasure
and for which I will wait.
It's when the street I live on,
where people rarely come,
is warm with children's laughter
and I can see the sun.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
