I'm so full of questions. Do you ever wonder about me like I wonder about you? Do you ever go back and look at old pictures of us and ask yourself where we both went wrong? Sometimes late at night, I look at the moon and picture us lying on the roof together, looking at the stars, talking about how much we've grown and how far we've come in life.
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
