at the end, we finish alone.
our soul slips through the folds of our skins
ripping from the claws of life
dangling from the hook of death.
if this is so painfully true
why make relationships in this life?
—depression thoughts
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
