I never it was so cold here,
I sat with my back against the wall.
How could I let myself to become so,
Alone?
I am lost in what seems like,
The deserts of time.
Many ways in but,
Only one impossible way out.
I have tried and tried to find,
No matter how long I walk,
How fast I run,
Its always stays right there,
on the edge of the horizon.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
