inside these poems are my pain
my sadness
and my thoughts.treat them like a delicate flower.
although these may be sad, know it's not a bad life, just a bad day.
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poems
Poetrywritten poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.
intro
inside these poems are my pain
my sadness
and my thoughts.treat them like a delicate flower.
although these may be sad, know it's not a bad life, just a bad day.