A poem for The Walker
He asked her what she was doing. And the words that fell from her mouth moments later were perhaps the saddest ones yet. "Existing" she stated, leaving no room for question. She was simply existing. No more, no less. No happiness, no upset. Just existing.
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Philophobia
PoetryAssorted 100% original poetry pieces. Also some random excerpts from small stories (also original). Philophobia: (n.) a fear of love, falling in love WARNING: Indirect and direct references to sexual assault, depression, self-harm and suicide
