Covered my shift
Why did you have to be so cruel when I just needed somee love.
You’re like everybody else
Now is too late
I can’t drive away
My breath thing won’t let me leave
I’m just waiting in my car
For it to Happev
Soon.
Waiting
Covered my shift
Why did you have to be so cruel when I just needed somee love.
You’re like everybody else
Now is too late
I can’t drive away
My breath thing won’t let me leave
I’m just waiting in my car
For it to Happev
Soon.
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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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