December 2022
I held you dear to me,
In hopes that you would be my forever.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
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December 2022
I held you dear to me,
In hopes that you would be my forever.
