6:01 pm, Sunday, 28th May
and the moon, it still manages to shine
through the thick curtain that the clouds provide,
so I ask myself
why can I not shine through all the
endless tragedy
and ruined fate?
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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6:01 pm, Sunday, 28th May
and the moon, it still manages to shine
through the thick curtain that the clouds provide,
so I ask myself
why can I not shine through all the
endless tragedy
and ruined fate?