Results of a Restless Mind
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A book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart
"I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts."
Completed 11/8/20
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This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.
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