My thoughts when my days are darker than the my evening. A train of thought running in my head. And the words my mouth cannot say. This poem is my salvation when life loses its way. A hope to choose to rise when all seems to fall.
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poetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really.
continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife