In the middle of the night.....the silent memories burning my brain. I have lost, I have found. The guilt itching my veins. The blood of my mistakes boiling. My treasures to buried to be found, My gold too fake to be used. I hate this pain. The silent voice of judgement at the back of my mind constantly reminding me I have lost so much yet I still had so much to loose.
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In the middle of the night.
PoetrySilent cries of a young woman about her dreams, love life and aspirations until she finally had a chance of happiness.
