In an empty house but,
Not alone,
I live with my sadness,
Looking like a clown.
I feel broken but,
I’m not the only one who’s broke,
My window panes are my companion as well the pearls of my broken necklace scattered on the floor.
I’ve tried to fix myself but,
Failed to do it with your presence on my bones.
My wounds are healing now and I’m watering my soul,
Peace is not easy,
It’s a privilege to be in hole and yet to feel whole.
My Bell Jar 
❤️❤️❤️❤️
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♥️🥰
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Beauteous and Heartfelt..❤
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Thanks a lot ♥️
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It’s so so so so Good.
You are awesome 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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It was so so so so Good
You are awesome 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️
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♥️♥️♥️♥️thankyouuu
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Awesome poem and thank you for following my blog!
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💜 Thank you !
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Most welcome!
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Well penned up 👍👍
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Thanksss 🥰
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