P*O*E*M*S
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MatureComplete Sat, Apr 18, 2020<5 mins
Sometimes you just have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
You stay up till 2am just wishing you were dead.
You ask yourself "why can't it be someone else instead? ".
You get tired of all the thoughts in your head...........
The wind whistles past my ears closing my eyes, I loose all my fears .
The waves crash into the rocks out here there is no time on my dock.
As the night draws near I just feel like all I want to be is here, the smoothing nature this afternoon brings just feels like such a beautiful thing.
The day is drawing to a close the peacefulness I feel right now I'll only know.
Right now my mind is finally clear it's time to go as the night draws near............
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