A few days to rest, though it never feels like it's enough,
A few days to reflect on the mess my week had become,
Though my life feels like it's become this ruin I must live in,
Though the beast feels so uncontrollable as of late, that much is clear,
A few days to rest and document such chaos is quite enough, I know,
Though these words weigh me down and feel heavy on my heart,
I still write them down, I still hold them close, I still love them oh so dearly.
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nothing else but my heart's desire [COLLECTION] | FINISHED
PoetryMATURE THEMES THROUGHOUT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. A collection of words (poetry and prose) my heart wishes to say, but has not found the courage to do do. [FINISHED]
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