Is this what we feel when emotions deprive
We want to flee but nothing clings to sighs
All there is a silence among the dark lit room
All there is a me with no ponder of whom
As I struggle to end it I leave it on its own
As i struggle to write it I leave it when owed..
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arial (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2025 13:47
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Comments1
A write about who one is and the personal nature of that Nicely done
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