i miss myself,
the me i was
before this sadness
took over my entire being.
i miss waking up excited,
and enjoying every second
of every day.
i miss who i was
before i lost myself.
because i do not like
who i am becoming.
i miss the me
that was always happy.
i would give anything to have her back.
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dispositional tendencies
Poetrya collection of writing and poetry i wrote about things that i can't always say out loud. i hope you enjoy this and can find comfort in knowing others feel the same as you and that you are not alone :)
