A person who devours my talk.
Coziness written in their arms.
Visions of forevermore.
Escaping realities through books of awe.
Yesterday was yesterday
but presently I keep dreaming.
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The Entity Depression
PoetryA diary filled with my poetry that I write when I am depressed.
Save me
A person who devours my talk.
Coziness written in their arms.
Visions of forevermore.
Escaping realities through books of awe.
Yesterday was yesterday
but presently I keep dreaming.
