Posted on September 12, 2015
by Helena Toto
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To be continually confined, Scratching at the high walls of my Cell until my fingers Bleed, with no one listening to my Whimpers except the moon. She’s the only one who never Gave up – on me – Continued to shine on – Despite…
Category: belief, darkness, dreams, Fear, moon, night, poem, Poetry, regret, sadness, trappedTags: belief, darkness, Dreams, fear, moon, night, poem, Poetry, regret, sadness, trapped
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