Losing grief, things can suddenly get scary. Love is blind, tomorrow is not a given. So watch me move on with a rainbow coffee date full of good memories. Here comes the sun, for whatever it's worth. Sweet dreams, my loves. Sleep softly. - 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
