These trees once seemed comforting,
But know its just a dark forest.
I hear the familiar voices call me,
But how can I come,
When I don't know where to go.
These forests may be dark,
And I may not find my way out,
But I have noticed the deep silence,
Is more comforting,
Then it is frightening.
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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...
