I feel like someone lit a match and threw it out for me to scoop up the ashes and try to salvage what's left of us with no heads up or timing to prepare for the downfall of the flames that are getting higher and harder to put out. Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poesíaheartbroken 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
