Don't discard of my struggles by stating that we are all in 'the same boat'.
Don't discard of my struggles stating that others have it way worse.
Don't tell me I'm overreacting.
We are not in the same boat.
Some of us are sinking into the depths of the ocean, struggling to stay afloat.
Some of us sail on yachts, calling life a breeze.
Some of us row canoes gently down a steady stream.
We are all in different situations, yet share the same storm.
All of us are prone to shipwrecks, all of us have the very same chance of failure.
Nobody's problems are less significant than someone else's.
We are together.
We are a community.
We are a nation of the restless.
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Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
