"She is thinking of all the worst possibilites.
Not being able to control the wind she is swinging between right and wrong.
She is trying so damn hard but still the fear of not doing enough is haunting her.
Like a flickering candle in a storm, her faith is going up and down.
She wants to cry and she doesn't want to break at the same time.
She is telling herself that she is strong like a statue and nothing will break her.
But her heart tells her that if she will fail, the sight of her broken dreams will crush her too.
She is sitting near the open window, trying to inhale the cool breeze of spring.
She is trying to swim in the darkness of the night so that she might save her worry struck, drowning heart!"
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
