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Ongoing, First published Jul 31, 2017
Sometimes when I feel like i might implode, and bring the world crashing down around me, I tear out a piece of paper, grab a pen, and scribble until the pressure inside my head isn't so great. And sometimes, I can work with that nonsense, turn a mess into a masterpiece. So here is a collection of my jumbled thoughts that I have somehow turned into what I like to call poetry - though I'm not sure it is.All Rights Reserved
Table of contents
- WanderlustMon, Jul 31, 2017
- ElixirMon, Jul 31, 2017
- Dead InsideMon, Jul 31, 2017
- ScentualMon, Jul 31, 2017
- BlindsidedMon, Jul 31, 2017
- Who Am I?Mon, Jul 31, 2017
- Hang Me In a GalleryMon, Jul 31, 2017
- Falling, Falling... FellMon, Jul 31, 2017
- Forget ItMon, Jul 31, 2017
- Faces and FacadesMon, Jul 31, 2017
- When a Nightmare is a DreamMon, Jul 31, 2017
- You're In My Veins (How Did I Let You Pierce My Skin?)Mon, Jul 31, 2017
- Fall In Love With a MusicianMon, Jul 31, 2017
- The Hours BetweenMon, Jul 31, 2017
- Fill Your Life With Impossible ForcesMon, Jul 31, 2017
- Deserve ItMon, Jul 31, 2017
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