"Lucas," she sighed. "My vision's all blurred now, like, say, I'm in a thick fog. I can hear you yearning for me to look for directions and find my path again but I'm already blinded. I was just there, suddenly surrounded by a fog that every time I cut through, it just comes back to its shape."
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𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
PoetryA collection of poems that [I wished] people had [said] sooner. 🔅highest ranking: #15 (poems)
