I attract lost souls
Those who cannot sleep at night
They ponder life and deeper meanings
I decipher their fears protecting them from fright
They are wounded and unguarded
Their houses broken with their sadness
And alone in solitude
I am their guiding light
But I am the one with the dimmest madness
m.j.h.w
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PoetryAnxiety is hard; I decided to write this 5 years ago and I rarely update. I come back to read what I had as this description, "there is no escape." I lied, there is an escape. I don't know how to feel to about this book anymore but most seem to enjo...
