Dreaming of a way to appear a certain way, to rearrange this lump of clay that's already been given shape. Dreaming of a day where this lump of clay can walk its own way and be remade by guiding hands that change it, to allow this lump of clay to live in comfort. Dreaming of a day where this lump of clay can live as both man and woman.
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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.
