They
They keep staring
They keep laughing
They keep whispering and murmuring
Now even though they have disappeared
I can still hear the echoes
The trauma, insecurities
The people in my head don't just seem to leave.
-Kassey.
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ETHEREAL
PoetryElegant, exquisite, beautiful. Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. It's a language so soft, soothing and calming. It's beautiful and understanding yet so absurd to us. It reaches the deepest parts of o...
