the morning after

the morning after

A Poem by Stephanie

















Even when the sun stays buried beneath the earth,
and your eyelids refuse to rise in the morning,
the birds will always want to sing you the
loveliest lullaby.

-SRR

 

© 2012 Stephanie


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Stephanie
Stephanie

New Brunswick, NJ



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20 year old college student at Rutgers University. Survivor of self-hate, self-harm, old lover of drug abuse, present in recovery, trying to turn my struggles into strength for others. Writing is my t.. more..

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