Memories of my childhood, I have few
Funny, isn't it?
How the happiest time of your life can turn into a blank slate
But that must mean I wasn't happy, was I?
If I can't remember anything but the bad
I wasn't really living
Not at all
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I'll meet you at midnight | Collection of Poems
PoetryWords written from my heart to yours. A collection of feelings and memories that range from heart break, love, anxiety, depression, and other secrets we feel braver to say at night.
