sleeping is a struggle my dreams a puzzle we are always in a tussle waking up is not so simple when I sleep my mind plays little tapes of my trauma I just need a flutter of pice to sleep
Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Puisiheartbroken 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
