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Some nights I talk too much
Other days I only know silence
There are nights I win a wholesome argument in my head
And there are days I sleep in
I deny myself any glimpse of the daylight,
Just to stay up another night,
And lose another fight.
It is not a pleasant feeling at all
But everyday I'm learning to accept;
During all my good and the bad days
I'm still the same me.
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Blueth
PoezjaHold on. It'll be nothing but a dull ache someday. . . . ❄️ . . . Blueth is a collection of poems that expresses the cold state of a heart struggling to survive the blueness of life.
