Alone With My Thoughts

Alone With My Thoughts

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Thoughts that cannot be spoken. *Edited from late-night thoughts i posted in 2017. These poems were written at the top of my head, no thinking involved, just my thoughts taking over my hands in my writing. I was in a dark place at this time and writing was a good way to relieve those emotions. Happiness was too good to be true in my third post.
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