SlipA Poem by Chantee
Walls are closing in.
Shaking. Bringing everything down. Time is going so slow. creeping along, crushing all hope of futures to come. Trembling. cant stop, everything is dark. An end is near. © 2012 Chantee |
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1 Review Added on July 9, 2012 Last Updated on July 9, 2012 AuthorChanteeNCAboutI'm Tay. 23. I've recently started writing short stories. I've written poetry since I was young to help get my feelings out. I love to write to clear my mind and just as a form of expression in genera.. more..Writing
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