I feel like our time together was cut short. I wasn't ready for you to leave me that morning. I still remember March 10. It makes me sad that you didn't get to see me graduate from middle school.
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
