its the sadness that drives me to write.
the deepest sorrow buried within me.
everything i can not let go of..
like a mist,
surrounding me,
looming over me,
clawing at me,
despair is my muse.
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Author:
Alex (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 18th, 2018 12:14
- Category: Sad
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