All this thinking,
Feeling,
Missing,
Suppressing..
It’s clogging my chest,
Bruising my skin,
Clouding my brain,
Weakening my heart;
I cannot be.
Too Much
Words Under The Moon
{Poetry & Prose}
All this thinking,
Feeling,
Missing,
Suppressing..
It’s clogging my chest,
Bruising my skin,
Clouding my brain,
Weakening my heart;
I cannot be.
Words Under The Moon 
I know how that feels… Beautifully expressed 😊😊
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