My first world problem
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Should have bought that one
Open to the calmness that is our soul, when it is recognized and at peace, we will walk towards our fate.
I don’t want to be the girl Who assumes Too late for fate And in the end, for you I want stars, bright And a harvest moon Poetic healing … Continue reading Destination
Her wisdom Hints towards assurance, While her eyes reveal Confusion, But the light blushing Across her fair skin Reveals Everything.
Pools of teardrops Gather Behind my eyelids Writing becomes impossible As the rock in my throat Forces pain My voice continues Yet silent I begged for this path It … Continue reading Healing