One day I looked in the mirror to my eyes they looked different not mine. They had tiredness and grief nestled into them I wanted to close them forever and to not see then again.
I now look at my eyes and yes I still see the same eyes, with more grief and tiredness I can see in not just my eyes but my whole face how I talk and walk my my eyes they sleep but they choose to stay open for as long as they can they yearn for warm days that aren't to sunny with some sweet tea and animals around.
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My Little Sad Writing
PoesiaJust don't read it okay. This is for me to write stuff down. It's uh kinda sad and just things I've been thinking about a lot. I don't want to write it down on paper. XOXOXO Trigger warning to Death Self hate And many other Nasty things I guess...
