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One Day
Maybe one day all the pain and suffering would end
Maybe I'd smile once again
One day silence would mean peace
Not for the voices in my head to scream
Maybe I would be the person I want to be
Perhaps then I wouldn't be ashamed to be me
I can't help but wonder when that day would near
The day I won't be sad for the reason still unclear
— Bea Wavy
September 14, 2020
6:19am
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Noctuary
PoésieNoctuary~ The record of a single nights events, thoughts, or dreams. A nightly journal ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ So some poems may seem confusing because this is my Noctuary. My though...
