Clean now she is.
Turns out that she finally managed to forget all the dangerous boys that sucked her life off. She is finally breathing with relieve and thanking for the feeling of being free. But she is also tired, she had to survive a lot of situations to get this sentiment of walking around without strings around her wrists or eyes around her.
She had to pay a high price of judgements and critiques all for sleeping peacefully in her pastel blanket at night. Next week she is going to walk into the hall of judgments and whispers and just look forward and not to the floor. People are going to talk about her past actions but this time their comments aren't going to get into her head. She is gonna come back with no regrets and not with her heart on her sleeve, this time her little glass piece is going to stay home. The fragile heart has just recovered from last year and it isn't ready to play.
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Feelings
PoetryUsual stuff that we feel. I think that feelings are a huge part of our life and that we should own them, whether we like them or not. Happiness, anxiety, love, mistrust, vulnerability, frustration, sadness, anger, euphoria, self love, confusion... a...
