I close my eyes and watch the shadows dance within my mind, as your hollow words fall without remorse. The voices of the shadows are the only sound that became profound. As their whispers grow loud, drowning everything else that's around when the shadows dance around.
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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.
