Lying awake in a city that never sleeps.
My thoughts are in a raging battle with themselves.
I mourn over the fallen questions that never had answers.
My tears are drying out like a withering rose in a winters haze.
The light from outside embraces the empty space around me.
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I Have More Than A Perfect Figure
Poetry"Strength, love, suffering and healing. The gritty surface of reality written down on every page. This is a heartfelt message to everyone who can relate to the tragedy of life experiences, trauma and relationships."
