Moving through this world, passing people by just out of their cold, dead reach. Shifting through the shadows to avoid the wolves among the sheep. I move without sound staying hidden from the unfriendly flock, avoiding their ugly squawks. I am a ghost in the crowd, always wandering around, never to be bound. I am a ghost in the crowd
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poesiapoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
