I miss myself.
i miss the person I was
before my first heartbreak,
the person I was
before i was betrayed by someone I trusted.
I miss the me that I never really got to know,
the one before all the trauma.
the one that never got a chance to live.
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all blood, no tears
Poetrya collection of poems and some 3am thoughts from a broken soul *possible trigger warning* this story deals with sexual assault, abuse, depression, anxiety, suicide & addiction. if you are struggling, reach out. it's okay to not be able to do everyt...
