It's midnight.
weirdly, everything seems right.
the familiar feeling
of a tear falling;
of lungs gasping for air
out of total despair,
of head throbs
and quiets sobs,
I'm afraid I know them all too well.
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Fragments - daily dose of poetry and prose
PoetryYour daily dose of poetry and prose! (and maybe a glimpse to what's happening in my life.) It's basically a collection of my writings. May they give you a sense of comfort that you are not alone in the battle you are constantly fighting. Here's to...
