The emptiness behind my rib cage is louder and heavier then it was years ago.
It's been years.
Even tho I am smarter , I want to believe, I am not any wiser
No excuses.
I have been lost on the way home.
I lost my self out there.
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Poems from a mind of a dweller
PoesíaWords formed by a mind with many eyes. Words by someone with a depressed mind. You may relate to the words. You may not. I try something new, they say that is the way to expand your awareness of your reality and change perception of your inner an...
