"I am condemned to a world of darkness,
But there is still stars!"
Yelled the existentialistic speck of dust
Floating endlessly through the abyss,
The abyss of blackness
With no choice
But the choice of individualistic freedom.
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Chevron Notebook
PoetryA composition of personal poems from a mind of a teenager searching for relation, happiness, and mental stability through her day to day struggles. Writing in hopes that when you read you can find some relation to her writing so you know you're not...
