If I could build
a world of my own,
each rooftop would be
overgrown
with flowers and moss
and right at dusk
I'd climb the ivy
to paint the stars.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
