Hayley Pullen Poems

A dull grey morning blanketed in a slight fog
a coldness that made the air like ice
as it entered my lungs
everything is quiet as I walk
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My life's been twisted, turned, curved,
beaten to a bloody pulp more then once
but its still going on
I'm still kicking
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The whispers in my head ask me questions
they help me solve issues
they give me advice on everything
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