Defying the whirling wind,
I am searching for the lost season.
Even if it's only a little, it is towards the direction I'm aiming for
that vivid memories provoke me.
How many cuts should I repeat?
How many fates should I accept?
Does it have an end?
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Distant Echos
PoetryThis Life Poem collection is biased off TRUE events from Author. dealing with mental illnesses like Depression, anxiety, panic disorder, dissociative Identity disorder, agoraphobia, SH and dealing with grief and trauma. This is based on true events...
