I used to fear the cold November nights, the way the crack of the windows emitted heat when there would be snow aside, now I long for those days. I long for those cold nights where I would snuggle in my bed and feel warm and okay. When my mother used to bring hot chocolate to my room and whisper soothing songs in my sleep. I used to hate it, now I mourn for it. Take me away from this summer hell, I don't want to be here anymore. The sun has burned me, and the heat exhausts me.
- the past
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surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
