breathing in the cold air
breathing out the shattered glass of my soul.
tired of the night
call me what you fear.
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pictures i paint in my head
Poetryfor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]
darkness
breathing in the cold air
breathing out the shattered glass of my soul.
tired of the night
call me what you fear.
