In the middle of the night....I laugh and ponder upon the thought of how I was constantly living in agony. How I hought love was non-existent, how I thought that humans were shells for hatred. Now I look at life from a different perspective, It was like a snap,and then it all made sense. I don't ever think grief was a word in my dictionary again.
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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.
