Every day I go without seeing him is an accomplishment.
Every day I go without texting him is effort.
Every moment I go without thinking of him is progress.
Until I reach the point where his name doesn't make me flinch.
And he's just a distant memory.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
