I can't waste my time.
With the same stuff entering my mind,
The tears, and the worry bubbling inside.
I just can't do it,
I just can't keep going through it.
As I lay down at night,
I try to rest my restless mind.
But my past traumas begin to flow in,
Then my eyes begin to cry again.
With tears filled with worry and fear,
Formed by thoughts that are unclear.They aren't pure and they aren't real.
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Her Deep Emotions
Poetry𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. ╰┈➤ 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔...