releasing & growing

poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.

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Hell has found me yet again,I live here, these walls of white and black,All this fullness of empty,These memories I rotate around,Like clockwork, the untold stories,The forgotten ones, hidden in china pots,Drunk over tea with my family who lie that anything happened,That nothing was real here. Even when they found me broken in different ages,Scars […]