poem
Dead leaves litter my soulDistorted realities infect me
Skewed perceptions are the cancer through which I see
A silent call for help goes unnoticed by the ones I love
Isolation is my oxygen mask
The double edged sword through which I survive
Slowly dead leaves fall in the fog
Littering my soul with my hearts decay
posted by Alexander Try @ 3:41 pm
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