Tick tock tick tock the clock says, I'm still here sitting, staring at the moon. A mare silhouette at the corner.
I've lived my life enough, I need a soul bath. So let me transform this space into and oblivion for rest, where I can write my soul out.
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Story by Daffodil
FAR AWAY FROM HOME
this is a poem I wrote, when I felt distanced from my family. according to the activity that shoved me away...
