I lost my head this morning;
I opened the window to see if I could find it.
It was nowhere to be found, and I was incomplete.
Everything around me seemed wrong, and I could not last.
I knew that gravity wouldn't catch my fall, but I jumped anyway...😭
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
