I'm doing my best to let it all go We are on two separate roads. In this life, your roads consist of. Playing games with me. My heart and mind at one point you actually had me convinced that you wanted me then I took two steps back the reality set in you were only a ghost when I lay down and close my eyes so you see we are on different roads in life my roads consist of healing my past trauma, working on myself figuring out how I want to live my life the person I want to be and grow mentally and spiritually so why did you have to come back and disturb my peace. Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
