KeysA Poem by A. J. KingsleyThe line between pain and relief has become a thin one I enjoy the static that flows with my tears Unsure which pain is worse I unlocked a door that can never be closed The keys are in my hand running back and forth Back and forth Back and forth Someone stop my hands They've felt the static and They like it
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StatsAuthorA. J. KingsleyMinneapolis, MNAboutI am Senior in college who writes about her sad moments and past depression because I believe you can only truly comprehend joy for life when you remember what you have been through. more..Writing
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