When I was young, I believed echoes were voices speaking to me.
I would stay up until the early hours of the morning llistening to what they said.
One day they went away never to return.
I realized they were only inside my head and I was truly alone.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA collection of different pieces I have written over the years. I'll continue to add to this so check back for more pieces. Please keep in mind that none of the pieces are edited so my grammar isn't quite up to par. Comment and vote, if you want...
