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Beneath the soft fibers Of the worn, Torn hoodie he wears, Lies broken skin Torn beyond repair. He hides them Self-consciou..

Life is full of firsts Bothersome, troublesome things The first time Feeling so sick you can’t move, The first time Gettin..

Should I let go? Perched high in my tree Grey world surrounding me The clouded horizon swirls Coming storms Running across the ce..

Cool autumn day spent Sun setting Sick with regret. Disintegrating will In overwhelming quiet Departure inevitable Pressin..

Reclining in a fallen tree Talking of the past; Fading memories Pulling out chunks of softness. I dig my nails into its side,..

An experimental piece. The writing is 1/3rd my own, 1/3rd from new's articles, and 1/3rd borrowed experiences.

A poetic commentary on my feelings towards changes.