Loneliness…

You can never know lonely until you’re staring at yourself in a little black mirror; tears in your eyes and repeating to yourself to please just hold on a little longer. Then you smash the mirror.
You can never know lonely until you’re staring at yourself in a little black mirror; tears in your eyes and repeating to yourself to please just hold on a little longer. Then you smash the mirror.
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I write authentically about my journey with PTSD so that others may benefit from my experience. I also write about love and longing.