Tangled in these vines that bind, trying to find a direction to unwind. Tangled in these vines trying to free this tattered mind, repressed by the thorns of confusion lost in your delusion. Tangled in these vines that bind trying to escape this illusion, casted by these shadows. Tangled in these vines that bind, this twisted mind.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry 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.
