lost,
i fumbled with my hands for a way out;
the future,
having been locked away,
remains unresponsive to me.
i breathed as i reached my limits
and lost all hope,
looking for salvation
as i struggled on my own.
this is my life,
and i don't know where to begin.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryTo my dearest Author, You have been the only thing in my mind lately. I could close my eyes and hear your laughter reassuring my ears. I could sleep at night and dream about the sparkle in your eyes. I could let the chilly breeze blow through me and...
