It’s walking in the darkness
Of a barren country road
It’s sliding on ice down a highway turnpike
It’s feeling a ghost touch me while I’m dreaming
That makes the heart race and
Makes dead ,me, feel live
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Tears Are My Friends
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry and the prelude to the telling of overcoming depression and taking advantage of your own life! Nineteen year old extraordinaire Delusionally leaves behind her old delusions of incompetence for new delusions that lead...
