She was my sun on a bright day
She was my moon on a dark night
She was the stars that filled the night sky
But the hardest thing I've ever done was saying goodbye.
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Letters to the dead
PoetryA suicidal heartbroken teenager with daddy issues, anxiety, stress and a mild depression. I've got a fucked up head and I've been mentally and physically scared for life. I hope I don't bore you with my sadness. Its hard to be depressed and not hide...
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She was my sun on a bright day
She was my moon on a dark night
She was the stars that filled the night sky
But the hardest thing I've ever done was saying goodbye.
