Some wounds don't heal,
sometimes they stay open forever.
Sometimes they make you stronger and
sometimes they kill you.
This one is killing me.
Oh, but not physically no, no, no.
This one is killing me mentally.
No one can save me from this one.
Thanks a lot, I'm dying now.
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Shades of Blue [Poetry]
PoezjaI've recently been working on my Shades of Blue poetry book and I'm going to make it a series. I'm going to call it Shades of Life and I hope to do many different books. These are my blue poems if you couldn't tell. I very much hope you enjoy them a...