limit.
tired,
sleepless night.
under a dusk sky,
a flickering light.
dull,
myriad of insecurities.
mind full of doubts,
and uncertainties.
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PoetryA girl's anthology. She write to let out her thoughts, to escape and for her wounds to heal.
Entry #25
limit.
tired,
sleepless night.
under a dusk sky,
a flickering light.
dull,
myriad of insecurities.
mind full of doubts,
and uncertainties.
