Lived in the valley of the haunted. Grown by the roots of the dead. Demons are my closest friends. Spent my teen years in limbo. Trying to find my way home. Screams echoing off the horizons. I've found my place in the blood and bones.
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Imprisoned Thoughts
PoetryThe thoughts that will never leave my lips. And with little hope, will never leave yours.
