I stand alone a broken shell, although it's seems all is well. Deepest despairs hidden within, buried deep a well of light. No longer does it shine bright. I try best best to not fall apart. Furthermore I continue the art, my broken shell shining a dim light. Blinding those around me to my darkest sights.
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Poetry by cloud
PoetryI have DID I'm a host of the Pomegranate system. I have somewhere around 55 alters, I've been writing as long as I can remember. Poetry helps me cope with the chaos life throws my way. This book may be messy but please stick with my emotional roller...
