A Supplementary story
Over
At once, I was shown a world of colors
Whirling
Shining brightly
Once the beauty ended
I saw only despair
Everywhere
Where is everywhere?
Break
People always say it's not you, it's me
But usually, it is
What a peculiar thing to say
Maybe it was them
But now..
I know it wasn't yours
I'm sorry
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Poems and short stories
PoesiaWell I have still been making writing pieces, but it's not what I used to. Just a series of poems and short stories I've made recently.
