My mind is like the ocean, controlled by the moon and have many tides. At times I remember why I'm here, what I want, what I love, who I am. but then the tide rolls in and rolls back out, leaving me with a mind a void of wobblniss and fuzzies, one that won't always be restored. Songs, papers, objects, people, everyone gets erased when the tide rolls in. It hurts them, it hurts me, will I ever be able to remember?
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Poems and other writings I did in my High School career before I became a Senior
RandomThis is the saved work from before my senior year that I was talking about when I started the "Poems and other writings I did in 2017-2018 during creative writing" book. This time, I will not show the grades like I did in the other book because I c...
