It doesn’t get much easier
Sitting here
Trying to have fun
While inside I’m dying
Missing…
You
I don’t think I’ll find another
That made me feel the way you do
Did
And I try so hard
To rid
Myself
Of the memory of you
These days
It doesn’t get much easier
Sitting here
Trying to have fun
While inside I’m dying
Missing…
You
I don’t think I’ll find another
That made me feel the way you do
Did
And I try so hard
To rid
Myself
Of the memory of you
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Living with CPTSD
Los Angeles through the lens of Christy Borgman
I am a writer, I write ~ I began writing PR0G-PR0SE in 1966 - not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? Poetry does not have to be boring .. .
Bipolar Man, in Recovery, Trying His Best to Be Happy
Writing to Understand
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Poetry is Magic. Bold, Beautiful, Transcendent. Poetry is Life.
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