Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health, Poetry

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Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on February 5, 2018February 5, 2018

I guess that’s the way of it,
pining for loss,
scenarios played in
imagination’s eternity,
far from tranquility,
keeping memories alive,
in their purest,
truest form.

Emily ©

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BeckiesMentalMess.wordpress.com says:

February 5, 2018 at 11:20 am

Visually beautifully written. 🙂

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1. spokenwords1979 says:
  
  February 5, 2018 at 11:21 am
  
  Thank you very much. ☺
  
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