The sun beamed in to awaken my spirits
My eyes wanted to feel the warmth
Then I remembered how I had been wrecked
My veil of safety pierced
My heart punctured through and through
Sorrow filling the air pockets
Tears dripping from confusion
It shouldn’t have happened
Bland happiness had been the norm
Now, it was all wrecked
Every moment taken up
Longing for that recognition
Hiding it in plain sight
Wondering why my being was a wreckage
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psychologistmimi 
With Fear 3 Words Destroying (Human)
Love.. ‘i Don’t Care’… Keep Crying Be Angry Turn That Sugar And Spice into Positive Change
That You See
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With to Succeed
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