Thoughts by a broken, bruised, lost mind.
We are never truly alone, our thoughts have always followed us, no matter how many times we've screamed for them to quite down in there.
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Poetrya midnight journal. thoughts by a broken, bruised, lost mind. trigger warnings inside.
entry one
Thoughts by a broken, bruised, lost mind.
We are never truly alone, our thoughts have always followed us, no matter how many times we've screamed for them to quite down in there.