Drifting through these uncharted waters like a vessel without a rudder, I drift along the tides of life with wonder. A wonder of how this all began and where these tides will end. Will these tides take me back to the start, or will these tides take me on a different journey.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
