The fog returns
I never learn
How to shelter
How to help her
The scared girl inside
She constantly cries
She ceaselessly hides
She desperately tries
To no avail.
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Idiosyncrasies of an Introvert
Poetry{COMPLETE} Poetry from the ill mind ❝Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined for better things.❞ © Lang Leav
