hiraeth

hiraeth

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the yearning, the grief for the lost places of the past; a place or person or feeling that is beyond this plane of existence. poems that are personal and deep, written with a dull ache of the soul. poems about what I fear, what I haven't been willing to speak about, me basically splitting open about the things that hurt, pouring everything into them.
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Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.

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