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Poetry

A collection of all my poems. Well really my thoughts. The darkest moments, the past, the present , the future. This is my life in words.

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by beingweirdisliving

by beingweirdisliving

Just me and my closet

It keeps me

Safe.

All alone.

Its

Dark

And peaceful.

Me and my closet.

I put my headphones on blocking out the

Sound.

Here I can cry, let my feelings run wild.

Me and my closet.

I can think here.

I close the door tightly not wanting light to come

Through.

Me and my closet

I can close my eyes and breath deeply.

Forget whats actually happening.

And

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