My pain is not the kind you mend with a band-aid.
It is the kind that wakes you up at 4 am in cold sweat.
It is the kind that forcefully enters your mind when you are alone.
It is the kind that makes you scrub a little harder when you bathe.
It is you.
YOU ARE READING
What It Took To Bloom [Poetry]
PoetryWelcome to What It Took To Bloom Breathe between my past and future Live through my lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of this book
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