The moon through my window lights up the Salthy tear stains on my pillowcase, my muffled cries into my blanket echo on the walls of my room. Im alone, no one to hear my cries of help, no one to hold me till im taken away by sleep. Im alone, or so I think, im never really though. I star up at the stars in the sky knowing we are ubder the same stars. Knowing that we have this impersonal connection, a link. So is anyone really alone if we are all under the same stars.
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To be determined.
Poetryrandom writings I do that I dont have enough courage to share with people I know and that im not commited to enough to put in my journal. Never been edited so excuse my grammar.