Feeling cold, tired and nauseous,
Thoughts buzzing through my head,
Wondering if I said the right thing,
All sit on the surface of inner peace.
Tags: poem
Feeling cold, tired and nauseous,
Thoughts buzzing through my head,
Wondering if I said the right thing,
All sit on the surface of inner peace.
Tags: poem
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