Some days, I’m
healed, craving deep,
frozen time,
holding this
now, wishing for old friends, but
they’re gone, so I sit.
.
Some days, I’m
healed, craving deep,
frozen time,
holding this
now, wishing for old friends, but
they’re gone, so I sit.
.
Compassion, Depression, Love, Meditation, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma
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