Thirty days.
You still have thirty days
to close bleeding wounds,
and turn them into scars.
Seven hundred twenty hours
to look past the pain,
and heal your heart.
Let your cracks carry the memory
of how hard you fought,
of how you survived.
Count down the remaining days,
take a deep breath,
then prepare to say good bye.
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The Writer and Her Twilight
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where twilight becomes your blanket to hide that you cry.
