My -s̶a̶d̶n̶e̶s̶s̶- melancholy has blinded me
so I go to the wise owls to help me get back my sight.
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wandering dandelions #wattys2018
PoetryA collection of poems about depression, love, and sometimes random things. Please help this lonely af individual feel less alone on this bleak planet called Earth. I'm literally melting off my couch from boredom. The cover was conjured by the magica...
61. depression is blind
My -s̶a̶d̶n̶e̶s̶s̶- melancholy has blinded me
so I go to the wise owls to help me get back my sight.
