I can't tell you where I'll be in five years. I can't even tell where I'll be a week from now. I live my life like there's no tomorrow because, for me there is no tomorrow. I can tell you that no matter what the future holds, there will always be a place for you here. The summers sun may melt the snow but the kiss of winter always returns. Maybe like the snow, you will too.
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With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
