January 7, 2017
Sometimes I cannot help but feel alone, even in the place that I call home. I always thought the only place I would never feel alone was the very place I called my home, but I suppose some homes are as safe as a room with walls composed of waterproof stone in the midst of a raging fire.
They say, "There's no place like home." But not every home is like an immaculate gemstone; some are just shallow graves without any headstones.
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Ink stains in a notebook
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* This book began as ink stains in a old notebook. I figured I'd publish some of the writings on here to get some unresolved feelings a bit more out of my system. Just a friendly reminder- these are my writings- written by ME- P...
