This is the time of the day I am most fragile, the time of the day where they attack me all at once. I took one deep breath in hopes that I'll be alright, but it does not seem to work.
I think I'll have to wake up with tear stains on my pillow again.
It's not like me but that's how it goes, this is how I spend my nights before total darkness falls.
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WALKING DOWN The Memory Lane
Poetry~ words unsaid, feelings kept to myself, All yours to digest ~ _________ A compilation of literary works
