Drowning in the desert sand of this forgotten land, knowing that everything withers away against the grain. As I'm crushed beneath the weight of the desert plains, my skin is ripped away as I fight against the abrasive waves that wash over me. I feel my soul begin to fade under this sandy river of pain, I feel the agony of others that have come before that have succumbed to these desert lands.
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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.
