Lightning crashes against the bright sky as storm clouds roll by, and the sound of rain begins to flow off cobble stone roads as the wind carries me to distant places only my mind can see. The storm thunders on as the lightning clashes with the direction I'm heading in, I lift myself up and soldier on as the Storm moves on.
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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.
