"Who's that?"
I ask, from across the room.
"No clue,"
comes the answer.
"Do you know?"
A chorus of shaking heads.
"Seems new,"
another bantered.
"But I've been here all along,"
they said, as if we'd all forgotten.
"I'm the you before the you
that turned so very cautious."
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Ghostwriter
PoezjaLiving 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...
