I’m not perfect. Nothing about me makes sense. The moment I open my eyes, I fight anxiety. I make living with PTSD look easy. Pain of the past lives under scarred tissue that your eyes will never see. Crying helps sometimes, but it’s the emptiness that sticks. Will you love me, anyway? Maybe, give my heart somewhere safe to reside. As long as it’s in my hands, I’ll neglect the love outside. Promise to stay close and I’ll promise to feel again.
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I'm and up and coming writer from Memphis, Tennessee that believes we are all born to play our part in the universe. I'm on a mission to inspire others as well as stir your imagination through my passion for words. Here, you'll find inspirational poetry, all original fictions, and random events about my life. If you're reading this, please take a moment to comment or send an email so I can thank you personally for taking the time to read my work. That and I really like to connect with others and learn your story as well. My first novel will be releasing July 7, 2020 titled "Universing". Thank you for visiting my corner of the web. Contact info authortreypersons@gmail.com View all posts by Trey Persons
Even if we changed something in our lives, even if the circumstances and conditions around us have changed. Something in the past can have opened a door to a room inside. Although we do our best to close it, a light breeze can push it open again. Sometimes the only way to get rid of it is to walk through that door and check what’s behind it. It cannot be scarier …
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That’s right. Grateful you stop by to read the post, Erika ☺️
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I can relate to your lines so well, Anthony.
I always like visiting. Take good care!
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Hey buddy, are you okay?
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I’m great, Asha. Thanks for stopping in! I’m honored ☺️
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