Everyday gets more and more confusing
I hate you, but I love you
You consume my every thought,
But I hate you for what you did.
The abandonment, the disrespect.
But it's exhausting you know,
Hating you and being on different teams is exhausting.
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Whispers Longing for Serenity - Poetry Book
PoetrySometimes the weight of being human is so deep and heavy. It is hard to navigate life, and sometimes your heart is even heavier. If you add in any type of neurodivergency, you are like a bird who's fallen into the water taken by a tsunami. Trying to...
