Poems from Breannahw01

I will always love you in the way that the insomniac  dreams of sleep. 
"We are all afraid", what a cliche. I'm not scared, the world molds me, I'm its clay.
Trigger Warning: Suicide I’m surrounded.   Shadows line my concrete walls, Reaching out, They pull at my knotted hair, Dig silver nails...
There’s a billion stars in the sky And only one moon. It’s a gift to be alone, But a price for solitude.   Prized is a blade of grass in a...
The people in my class analyzed poetry With finely sharpened pencils And color coordinated pens.                           I don’t...

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