Something as small as a flag by your bedside.
Something as big as an escape from real life.
Something as odd as dreams of the void.
Something mundane like making a choice.
The people who love you,
you fear to let down.
The people who hate you,
you'd love to see drown.
The things that make you sick,
the things that make you cry.
Perhaps we aren't so different,
you and I.
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Poems & Short Stories
Short StoryA collections of poems, short stories, and whatever else may fall under those grounds.
