I saw a silhouette in the fog
reaching for my heart.
It grabbed me instead,
only to let me go
when I didn't fight back.
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Caffeine and Me
PoésieA 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...
Apathy
I saw a silhouette in the fog
reaching for my heart.
It grabbed me instead,
only to let me go
when I didn't fight back.