I miss the hands that where holding me caressing me slowly pulling me closely to you taking away the lonely feeling and replacing it with a cozy one making my head fuzzy got me acting clumsy
Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poesíaheartbroken 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
