Poems from Jeanette

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"The pain taught me how to write and the writing taught me how to heal."
She is happy, she is sad. She is excited, she is afraid. She is confident, she is scared. She is loved, she is alone.   She stares with...
They say happiness is having this, this, and that. Fulfilling emptiness and seeking everything we lack. Chasing curiosity just to feel...
When we've wandered so far that our own words can't even save us, Our thoughts don't do us justice, over thinkings got our minds crushed,...