You know you had it worse when you've cried yourself to sleep, and woke up with the same heavy feeling. You've stared at yourself in the mirror with silent tears asking yourself why you exist the way you are. Sometimes you can't help but blame yourself. You've cried in the shower, hoping the stream would wash away the tears and the redness in your eyes when you finish. And you'd go about your day, hoping no one would ask you how you are, because you know you're on the verge of tears again.
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!
