sometimes
even breathing
becomes a struggle
sometimes
waking up
becomes a chore
and sometimes living
isn't wanted anymore
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stars • poetry
Poetry{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the...
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sometimes
even breathing
becomes a struggle
sometimes
waking up
becomes a chore
and sometimes living
isn't wanted anymore
