Amazed how the first time I laid my eyes on him was nothing at all...
A mere stranger. A boring one.
Queer and odd.
Now he's drowning me
But surprisingly it keeps saving me instead,
Across realities whenever I see myself wither
The thought of him was enough...
Maybe.
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Her Dull Mind
PoesiaHi this is wuju and I wanna share some words that could possibly give comfort to those who who are needing one like me. Whenever I go through some rough patch I sometimes just see myself cursing life through writing and as well as finding solace thr...
