Day after day ran by me,
And I couldn't grab hold of them.
Seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
Days,
Years.
It's all so exhausting.
So maybe that's why I do it.
Because a few years ago,
You put all the silence and lonely days
In my head,
And it won't leave.
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
