It's undescribable.
Not reliable.
Just a hallow pit,
With ache of nothingness
It's just that feeling
That sweeps my mind up at night.
That feeling,
Which cages my heart, without a speck of light
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Skin Deep Memories | PO
Poetry❝Memories aren't meant to be forgotten. They stay. And with it you grow.❞ - //m. _____ a collection of poems, rants, snippets and quotes #100thou...
