Like some promises, my 'friends' are also made of plastic.
Brittle and hollow, my love for them is purely sarcastic.
Why did I let them in?
I'll just sweep them up, put them in the bin.
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Nightfall - A lifetime in self isolation
PoetryHave you ever felt alone? Nightfall takes the ever darkening thoughts of a lonely student trapped in a warring community and turns them into poetry. My thoughts laid out for you.
