my room has been Messy,
so has my mind.
i have cried and cried so much,
my room is not the Cleanest now-
but I remember what happiness is,
I just hope it won't leave me in the morning.
The glow of the fairy lights.
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An Opal's Poetry
PoetryPoems from the long life of an opal. ~ P e r s o n a l ~ Trigger warning! S*xual Assault, Dissociation, Weight gain, Vomit, Sleep depravation, Struggles with self worth and Identity.
