Life as I know it is changing.
and that sense of reality pains me.
As if I'm hanging on by the last of all my past thoughts and what I think is right or what I know is wrong.
The life I live is slowly drifting away, brining me to my inevitable fate.
That nothing and no one, ever stays the same.
- Donna
"Happy 50th poem to me..
Another day, feeling the same thing."
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𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts of a young black girl, expressing herself in a very open and honest way about her experiences and feelings.
