Silent night,
the air almost void.
I'm back in my head,
thinking of a thousand ways,
to mute the voices and pain.
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sHoRt PoEtRy By A cLuMsY gIrL
PoetryShort poems from the finger tips of a clumsy girl and the heart of a strong teenager
💌 Thousand ways
Silent night,
the air almost void.
I'm back in my head,
thinking of a thousand ways,
to mute the voices and pain.
