Raging
Holding my breath, waiting for the day you will no longer love me.
The day you wont need me in your life.
I will just be a raging memory.
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The Patterns of Bloom
PoetryShort poems that describe mental illness, heartbreak, growth, love and the ups and downs of life. Many could resonate, many could close their eyes and feel what I feel. In a way these poems are little windows all of you can look through, yes, these...
