be careful, she may wilt

be careful, she may wilt

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If I looked at the clock in my living room and stopped the time right now, would it all be worth it? It wouldn't, because then I wouldn't be able to tell my story to you. These words would just be gnawing at my brain as I lay in a state of lifelessness. This is for you. This poetry book is about the struggles of heartbreak, and not the romantic kind. It's about the kind that cuts deeper than that. It's about the loss of friendship. This poetry book is about coping with being alone, with finding yourself in places and situations you never thought you would find yourself in. From losing a lifetime friend, to being in a mental hospital, I am here to write and pass on my tale to you in hopes that you may relate and know that you are not alone.
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I've always hated the saying "Time heals all wounds." Maybe in most cases that may be true. In my experience with life and pain however, time has only ever bled out the wound. The scars that the wounds left behind though, are often so deep that just looking at them becomes painful to the mind. Time only heals what you let go of. Sometimes letting go and moving on just doesn't feel possible; no matter how much time you let pass you by. These poems signify what time hasn't healed for me.

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