Every second with out a text or snap from you is like torture trying to turn the corner in order to get back to us don't won't this to get worse it's like a curse waking up to nothing from you what have we become.
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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
