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Behold, I awoke

Buts it’s to late before I spoke

By Dnp_happyPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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Behold, I awoke
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My nights are endless my thoughts are murderous…. I lay here with my body aching make it stop. Nothing but the soft sounds of sleep music relaxes me and it’s just my safe spot where I want to be. My heart is sore and so is my emotions how much more do you think I can handle? I can’t scream I can’t talk my emotions are nothing but a solid rock…. I lay here in bed as I was just wishing I was dead…. I’ll go back to my music now and pretend this was all just a big nightmare…..

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Dnp_happy

Love to write wrote poetry when I’m in my deepest darkest moments…. ✍️

I want to help the world feel like they’re not alone ❤️

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