Caylee
Love is like a war,
and I am shipwrecked on its shore.
I get high so I don’t feel the low,
What I bear is something none will know.
To exist with no known purpose,
feels like a
dragging, pulling nothing.
I struggle but cannot escape
the need to feel alive again.
One more high, comes another low.
Down and down and down I go.
This poem is about:
My community
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