Sunshine, soil, trees, wind
filled the empty soul
Yet the cry from behind echoed
hard to block
But worth the life
-M
A/n: Everyone's fighting their own struggle. So you're not alone :)
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Lost Words
PoetryWhen it gets heavy just cry it out and don't give up on yourself. Poems and 2 am musings. *warning* some chapters might trigger your mental health. Read at your own risk.
