Those days of grey
Where there's nothing beyond the garden gate
And the clock always ticks
But the time doesn't change
And the sounds are the same
Sounds of static and haze
And the lighting is dim
From the suns darkened rays
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my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
