Speaking the truth,
Had not been easy for me,
Striding through darkness.
Hiding the truth,
Became bottling up thoughts,
Facing this alone.
No one is willing to,
Help this silly fellow breathe,
I shall leave alone.
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Poetic Collection
PoetryA series of poems (+poetic analasis) as I went on with my life. *Contains mainly deppressing poems*
