The priority to eat today is non existent. It's the same for all my other tasks unfortunately, and each day I feel as if I am drifting a little bit further away from heaven and a little bit closer to hell.
Tomorrow will be yet another day I have to face alone.
Everything is fine, really. But even if it wasn't, I don't think I would have the grace to say it.
I have yet to prove myself wrong.
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Collected Poems: Vol. I
PoetryThis is the debut collection of poems by poet Sasha Lynn Wallace. Volume I explores and dissects their personal experiences regarding: love, joy, spirituality, heartbreak, & trauma. Poems from 2018-2023
