Take me to the forest,
Like back then in August.
I want to see the trees,
Even though they contaige disease.
I know it makes you shiver,
I see how much you quiver.
But all I need is fresh air,
Please just take me there.
13th May 2021
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"Hate And Shame" -Poems of a mentally ill person-
Poetry"All of the words left unsaid, The messages left unsent, The letters burned and ashes buried six feet deep, for I could never tell a soul what I really feel." All of these poems are mine, please do NOT edit, re-publish or re-upload them without my p...
