I put my cigarette out near the window I always went to when things felt disastrous.
I give in to these thoughts that wreck and shred all that I've built and as I look down at my dirty hands, I realize that I cannot find another foundation.
I'm lost, and scared is an understatement, but again, I'll try and try until I can't anymore.
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Roses In The Sun
PoetryA book dedicated to the thoughts that lie beneath the surface of all that I am, all that I will be, and all that I hope to become. A book dedicated to the outcasts, to those who've felt invisible, to those who want to read and fall in love with the...
