Suddenly the world wasn't difficult to make sense of
and it didn't feel like all of Earth's spinning
was just a dreary way to keep me breathing here
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PoetryPoems and written pieces I need off my mind and onto paper. A collection I don't have a name for yet. Warning: sensitive topics • • • • #2 in journaling #1 in hardtopics #22 in vent
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Suddenly the world wasn't difficult to make sense of
and it didn't feel like all of Earth's spinning
was just a dreary way to keep me breathing here
