I think I know this feeling. I believe I know it's meaning. I was never pushed nor fell. I simply walked the valley and found my own personal hell. It was dark because so was my path. It's light because so is my path. It was never others that had the power to do this to me. I wasn't kind. Not to others but to me. I was so young. I was so free. They pushed my limits that I did not yet know I had! I'm sorry. I'm not better on the surface or beneath. I've merely changed my perspective. Now it's bleak.
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Muse of Madness
PoetryI am a hermit. Learning how to find a place to call home within me. These are a collection of my findings. From my madness in psychosis to my clairaudience that teaches me self awareness. I believe we all have voices inside us that seem to reach fro...
