To dustA Poem by Ghiasquared
weak of sprit
from this uncontrolled rollercoaster the one is no longer mine or never was emotions in constant flux dragged down with short bursts of happy and long nights filled with empty the hopeless pretending to hope knowing the end will be empty alone © 2021 Ghiasquared |
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Added on November 19, 2021 Last Updated on November 19, 2021 AuthorGhiasquaredOcala, FLAboutI'm forty something and have always been a dreamer. Recently I decided to write again and share some of my dreams, realities and nightmares... more..Writing
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