the night before withdrawal, i wrote to my journal while crying;
dear my Bible,
i miss you and love you so much.
am i losing you? who am i to cage you, right?
I'm very insecure, yes. why? because you can date her and you can't do that with me.
"And the universe played tricks, again.
Not in the middle,
nor the end,
but since the start."
-Unknown
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PoetryThoughts. An expression of how I felt, how I bleed, and how I stood. To preserve memories. It's time to breathe. It's time to put these thoughts to rest. My Bible, this is a dedication to you. Thank you for everything. I'm ever grateful.
