Somedays I wish I could spread my wings and travel to the stars
and search for silver linings among Jupiter and Mars.
I'd bring them back to stitch up all the wounds and all the scars
of the people who don't have as many positive memoirs.
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Ghostwriter
PoetryLiving with mental illness can oftentimes trap one within the inner maze of their mind. In that place, dreams, fears, wishes, and regrets all compile together to create a new world far from the one we physically exist in. At times, it becomes easy t...
