Despite wanting death
I can still grieve it
Mourn it
Wallow in sadness
Lick my boots
Dream of pastels to come
Yet willingly bleed in the darkness
Staring at the branches being pushed around
Wondering if I could dance with them
Categories: Culture, death, identity, mental health, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
A little of sunshine in our thoughts, can make a bad day better. 🙂
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How do I gain viewers like you? I enjoy your writing by the way. It’s very sentimental. -T
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