i'm comfortable
in the dark
it's not cold here
under the blankets
with the lights off
and the blinds half
open as watch the
beautiful day turn
into a beautiful night
but it's also nice
to feel something
other than the
aching loneliness
and anxiety of
being human
-home
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The Fog
Poetrya collection of poetry im writing for the sake of healing, growing and venting. poems about depression, rape, body image will be present so please read at your own risk. Always take care of yourself. Aurea Fae