The nightmares don't die.
They simply coil up and hide.
Until some day something / Someone triggers them.
They come out to play,
this time they play to stay.
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Diversity (Poetry)✔
PoetryOriginal poetry made to make you feel. Read every word with great meaning, you'll get it. I wrote this hoping some day I'll publish and maybe someone will finally gain the courage to create themselves, a cluster of words to break and shape hearts t...
