I'm so tired of pulling back the arrows and missing my target. Am I so lost in my thoughts? I'm searching for something that's no longer there. I'm done missing my target this time; I'm going to hit it.
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
