As I listen to your broken voice once again, I swear I can feel the moldy confines and stale air of past's prison. And just as fast as the smile spread across my face, it vanished, as visions of the monsters that reside there dance carelessly, as if nothing ever happened, as if they never seen that scared, helpless child crying in that dark and dusty corner.
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Love loss and the pain that follows.
PoetryLove loss and the pain the follows is a short collection of poems put together to tell the short story of a rough childhood causing issues with love, and finding love, and the dealing with the grief and loss of it.
