Drowning in my sleep


Once upon a time I met the reason why

I am drowning in my sleep.

Dreams of her, though she is long gone. She was never meant to be. She was never mine to keep. A ghost that forever haunts me.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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