What's wrong isn't the fact that I'm in pain
What's wrong is the fact that I can't pinpoint where it is coming from
It makes up my heart
My eyes
It makes up my wrists and
My thighs.
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Results of a Restless Mind
PoésieA book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart "I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts." Completed 11/8/20
