original drawing my Logan Stanislaw
The wounds offer more questions than answers;
Mature for your age, thanks it's the trauma.
The answer's the same, depends on the question.
I can finally exhale, at least I think I can...
I wonder when holding my breath began?
Seems I can't sleep, ain't that the norm?
Pretend I didn't wish I hadn't been born.
It's a warm feeling really, burns sweet like whiskey;
The fire within helps kiss sleep so sweetly
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Logan Stanislaw
AUDHD, Non-binary, poly, pan, queer AF and still learning to people. Writing is a passion but as long as I'm creating something, I'm usually good.
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Really good! The voice was so bold and distinct 🩵