bed hair and bad breath
I lay in my bed, not wanting to get out of its warmth. I look at my clock, it reads 3:16pm, and I still have no urge to move.
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𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
PoésieThis is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're readin...
