This is a personal documentation through poetry.
I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it...
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The sweetest sound I have ever heard, Dark in the bedroom full of memories I do not want to harbor anymore. But I must wait for them to dissipate, Until then, I remove the Pictures and poems, all stuffed into small Forgotten cardboard— Lovers and lovers, loving and loving. Oh, I looked like a fool and I must have Played the part so well, for it To slip out of my loose hands. So easily it fell. So easily it always falls apart. So naively, I don't have the strength to Put it all together. But what a sweet sound it really was. What a sweet voice, that I could just reach out And touch.
