Your lingering touches stay with me like a ghost, it visits me when I'm shivering at night. Remembering the way you hold me makes me at peace, it clears my mind.
The image of you talking, looking into my eyes, visits me in my dreams, itched in my head, forever stuck on a tape of your beauty.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
