Dear No One,
It's killing me how much I want to say to you. I have so much to say, but it sucks because I can't say anything. My pride gets in the way and then my mouth stays stitched up. Your lack of care keeps your lips sealed. We remain at this midpoint till the end of time. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so stubborn, and sometimes I wish you cared. Millions of thoughts revolve around you. I wish I could say things and be done with it. I want you to know a million things. But how can I tell you without telling you?
- Wanderer ❖
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Dear No One
PoetryDear No One, This is a book of how a feel. Call it a diary, a journal, anything you feel fits best. Every day I feel emotion in so many beautiful and painful ways. It's like a glass rose with sharp thorns. You know me, I always have something to say...
