Liberation- A poem


I felt alone

but I wasn’t.

I was silently

lying next to you

but

I felt empty;

like a coffee cup

emptied of its elixir.

 

I thought this moment

was the perfect time

to venture out

into the dustiest

corners of my

mind.

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About themosthighhistoryguru

College student at Boston University studying psychology. Figuring life out day-by-day.

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