I consider myself a wanderer,
weaving through the tall,
leafy sequoia trees
in this massive lively forest.
Astray and distraught,
I try to find a way out,
searching for a purpose.
Asking myself:
"Why am I Here?"
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3/7/20
10:59 AM
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放浪者
YOU ARE READING
The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
