Unique Language
My poetry put into one place
every memory becomes a delusion once we die. these are my d e l u s i o n s. [#9 in delusions- 12/11/19] [#787 in poems- 16/11/19] [#8 in delusions- 22/11/19]
Poetry and short stories. Things I can't say out loud. Things I used to keep to myself. The real me.
there is always light no matter how hard anyone tries to hide it from you it is always within and love, no matter how hard today is this light within you will always stay there will be light in good times and there will be light in bad times too sometimes it's just within wanting you to explore _______________________...