I try to look up to the stars for hope,
but all that is present is darkness
while we all rot and mope,
our fragments floating away into an abyss of nothingness.
— hope is something I can no longer find.
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up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
