Staring into a rocky void is like peering into a reflector of emotions. A hole where once grass and flowers grew that has been transformed into a place where nothing strives.
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PoetryI've never been able to express my feelings as they come. My mind works too fast for me to address everything in the moment, so I write it down in the notes app on my phone. Minus the lists and depriving reminders, these are those feelings. These ar...
