releasing & growing

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

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This Void which remains Unfilled,This endless Space inside of Me,A Pit of Black,Alone, I fill with Things to Do,Tell myself that this will be the Reason to Live,For me to Fight,like I did as a Child, Pit of Black, Ash,Cold, This Void,With No sense of Ground, No Soil to Catch me,No Roots deep enough,To Hold me whilst […]