There is a war in my mind, battling for control for this hollow shell. The war wages on as the two sides fight on, scratching and clawing for the right to shape this empty shell. The fight goes on as the two merge into one as I become a reflection of my duality.
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Twisted Little Poems For The Broken Soul
Poetrypoetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.
