This can't go on forever,
sitting in the dark.
This bliss of never-after
and never making marks.
The me that can't continue
is the same me that must endure
until I finally find the place
that I've long been searching for.
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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...
