Safe sailing on the broken red sea, further and further disconnected from this dystopian society.
A still reflection of myself, disgusted that I'm one, but a rebel of society. Pounding my chest to breathe again, to never let myself go quietly. As I flow so freely with such fluidity through the dark waters, that created me. Where death truly is the only worse case scenario, I can rest easily with my nightmares that I have so frequently. I'm not so bothered as I used to be.
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PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
