on my better days,
i long for parts of me i lost
just to reach this far.
i miss versions of me
who helped me survive.
and in grateful silence,
i grieve for them.
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moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
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on my better days,
i long for parts of me i lost
just to reach this far.
i miss versions of me
who helped me survive.
and in grateful silence,
i grieve for them.
