she was addicted to melatonin,
and she stayed awake all hours of the night.
she liked things organized.
she didn't care mush for perfection.
physical touch meant the world to her.
she was used to the feeling of her body.
the little things mattered most.
but she liked to boast.
she tried to change her ways,
to make her better.
but in the process of it,
she lost herself.
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dispositional tendencies
Poésiea 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 :)
