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On dark lonely nights
like today
When my mind wanders aimlessly
Through the pages of my memory
The thoughts of the things
that I never got to do
That used to matter comes back to me
In deceitful glory
Hoping they would be able to Break the walls of confidence I have built
And push me back to the deep dark once again
And yes
The deep dark days were a torment to my soul
And to my body
Night after nights
I would drown my eyes with sobs
And the recurring nightmares were purely horrific...
My profound gratitude
To the ones that did not allow me
To continue wallowing
in pains...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
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