So often I'm reminded of the sweeter days
So often I'm wishing to be thrown back into them
So often I'm broken apart again, into a million jagged pieces
So often I'm hoping for nothing more
So often I'm wondering if it's better to die
So often I'm wanting someone else's life
So often I'm picturing the possibilities
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Poesy and Prose
PoetryContaining songs, dreams, poems, and prose, this is a collection of my inner-most ramblings. When I need to unwind, I write.