i find solace in silence.
my brain needs quiet.
my body needs warmth.
i wish to shut off and not feel anything.
i wish to function like everyone else.
but, there are no genies or magic beans in reality.
so, suffering seems the way it should be.
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dear diary.. - poems by ~nannie
Poetryoriginal poems by ~nannie, author of the cake series, check it out. it's free.
