Stuck in the sands of time watching days go by, as I've tried to understand why things must change. I trudge through the mud, trying to mask my shame. As I try to keep everything the same, as the sands of time force unwanted change as my memories become a stir of echoes within my brain. I can not stop change that the sands of time will bring, and I realize I must change as the sands of time withers away.
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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.
