"It isn't until we are falling, I think, that we realize just how high we once were."
a poetry collection reflecting on the fall, written while falling.
completed
Some days I think I have forgotten you. And I think that I am of free of you. And I think if you're free of me And suddenly,
I cannot stop thinking of you.
Still not enough
Author's Note
This week's dedication goes to EmilisNavickas because beyond commenting and voting on my poems they've also followed me on Instagram! That especially means a lot because I'm actively trying to grow my Instagram for you guys so thank you so much for your support! If you guys want a dedication next just be sure to vote and comment (and maybe follow me on IG)! It could be you!
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