I follow behind collecting what has escaped from inside
The happiness fear has left behind
But is only collecting dust inside
The cloud overhead is growing, trying to hide
If I can even, try to be happy sometimes
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Almost Oxygen
PoetryThe words I Should have said but never did, The words that Almost used Oxygen This story/Collection of poems is a lot of things, things I'd wish I said, A journey of love if I can even call it that, Heartbreak, learning it's okay to be alone. The jo...
