Tender Delusions - IV

Tender Delusions - IV

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Born from a painful somnolence, Where I made my bed And I went to lay These are the mournings of someone, Who watched herself find solitude in disarray. What's left of my soul lingers here, Trapped In tender delusions I must silence myself just one more day. (In progress)
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Broken

Have you ever wondered what goes on inside of the mind of a truly broken soul? The mind of a person with severe mental disorders. The one who smiles on the outside but is really dying within. The one that always appears happy. The person that you'd never guess was suffering every single day. Have you ever questioned what could break a person so badly? Have you ever wanted to get inside the mind of that person? This poetry is mine. This is me, opening my damaged mind to be discovered. Inside you'll find the raw emotions of a truly broken soul.

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