I'll never forget the nights we lay in each others arms and talked about how screwed up the world was. How your snoring comforted me when I couldn't sleep. How warm your hands were warm against my small cold ones. And how every time you held my small broken body, I finally felt okay.
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Thoughts In A Sad Persons Mind
PoesíaThoughts when I'm depressed. Expect a lot. Because I'm always depressed. Technically it's poetry.
