Sitting here alone,
In this icy tomb of seclusion,
I drive myself insane,
Clawing at the flesh of my very being,
Screaming until I can scream no more,
I reach out a helpless hand,
All in hopes that someone will take it in theirs,
To lead me away from this cell.
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Little Writings From A Little Person
PoesíaThis is a collection of little writings and poems that I've written. They range in any subject possible. I just write whenever I'm bored, so I've decided to share them with people other than my close friends. I hope you like them. ❤
