ive felt the pain you have,
when you talk of the past;
the nights locked away from home
the days spent in turmoil with others.
ive sensed what it does to your head;
how it makes you wonder if you're enough,
dripping thoughts of how easier death would be,
drowning in what ifs.
ive felt your agony in ways nobody else has;
if i could make it disappear,
and let you be who you truly are underneath it—
well i suppose i wouldn't have written this
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Feelings On Paper
Poetrypoems and feelings of a new chapter in the story we call life; welcome to a journey of emotions going into adulthood
