Feelings fade, fall is on its way; trees are dying out till their last days. I'm not with this fall phase; it's leaving me in a haze, got me in a maze of emotions, losing devotion, trying to put my thoughts in motion, not feeling the affection of fall, making me feel small. -
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
