Once upon a time,
the world was my blank canvas. It's painted black now.
There was beauty underneath once,
but the darkness ran through it--
too thick to find anything.
The end.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
Fairytales
Once upon a time,
the world was my blank canvas. It's painted black now.
There was beauty underneath once,
but the darkness ran through it--
too thick to find anything.
The end.
