Jolly Fellow
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MatureComplete Sun, Dec 22, 2024<5 mins
Sometimes all you need is your dark side. It can either be your guide or your destruction, but I will implore you that reading this is a state of mind. It is not for the weak-minded.
I wrote this poem at a time I was feeling so low, and I channeled all my emotions into a writing, and at that moment I needed a guide, someone that wasn't a human that was existing, to be around me. Someone not physical, and I had just the person, a guide, my jolly fellow.
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