She sits in her room, her imaginary oasis, where she was loved and went all kinds of places. Her pillow was her 'lover'and her blanket was a feind, as she tried to put her mind at ease. Trying to escape the pain, then her 'lover' came. Every night, this ritual repeated until her mind was completely depleted. Nothing made sense now, it was all a story, a story she made to feel glory. Now she lies,awake every night, want to be different and make things right. Now she sits with her 'lover' in her room not paying attention to inept stories. And finally felt real. With all of her glories.
A/n: my lovelies, you're all so so so amazing and wonderful and you are loved, if you ever need to talk about anything I'll listen. You oare worthy and I hope you live life to the fullest -sincerely, Ace
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PoetryPLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE READ DESCRIPTION THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN SENSITIVE TOPICS SUCH AS SELF HARM. SUICIDE EATING DISORDERS SELF HATE MENTAL ILLNESS DISSOCIATION DEREALIZATION AND OTHER TOPUCS SIMILAR TO SUCH. THANK YOU
