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The depths of my pain
Who can fathom this unmeasurable suffering I feel
When all that is me falls apart
And my mind conquers pointless thoughts
How do I reach for help
When my mind is brewing storms
But my lips chooses to be sealed.
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Blueth
PoetryHold on. It'll be nothing but a dull ache someday. . . . ❄️ . . . Blueth is a collection of poems that expresses the cold state of a heart struggling to survive the blueness of life.
