Black Smoke ( Poetry about anxiety )

They say do it with an ease ,I should be not critical of my own self ,But I left the plate on the table with the unfinished food ,I saw the fumes covering me from behind the woods ,Say them to lock the door and take care when they cross the road ,Why do IContinue reading “Black Smoke ( Poetry about anxiety )”

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