In my room covered in a shield of blankets,
I hide from the world.
I know I should fight,
but I don't have a weapon.
The blankets just push me closer to the enemy,
because the war is inside of my head.
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Blue feelings
PoetrySoooo, this is not really going to be a story. It will be a collection of poems and quotes I like. The writing will mostly be in English but occasionally in German. Lastly, (just as a heads up) these poems do not have a certain structure, or for tha...
