Images of bad memories flicker again in the midst of my peaceful night. Those images that I loathe is destroying me now slowly putting me in an agonizing pain.
I'm inside a war zone again—the battle of my mind, my heart, and my soul. As the fight starts my tears began to spew on my sheets just like blood splattering on a battlefield.
--Everything won't calm down and I'm losing my mind.
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Fragmented
PoetryShe was once a whole A beautiful piece That once builds a home But now she's a broken masterpiece ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm still a working progress just like this book I hope you'll understand if I...
