I have never felt more pain
I've lost precious things
But this
Was a life line
My breath
As thin as tissue paper
My nails
As brittle is dried flowers
I cannot breathe
I cannot think
Everything is crashing
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•Mind on Paper•
PoetryThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
