I need to find my way through this foggy haze as I wander through this maze of uncertainty. I search for the exit, but I am met with dead end after dead end as every path looks the same. I fear I have lost my way in this gloomy maze, as I wonder if any light awaits at the end of this labyrinth if I ever find my way.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poesíapoetry 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.
