We all have a lack of something
A lack of something we wish to have
We wish to keep
Lack of sleep
Or love
Or things
Or shiny little trinkets
Insomnia haunts me
My (non-existent) love life taunts me
I may not be rich, but I've got family
And the bestest friends in the world.
Why would I care about lack of anything
When I have friends like this?
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoetryPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
