Anxiety, Depression, Mental Health, Poetry, prompts, Writing Depth Posted by TheMelancholySpitfire on January 6, 2018January 10, 2018 She thinks she knows her masks herself and all her depths deceived, no puzzle solved new pieces shown her flesh and bones engrained inside her wary soul. prompt: “masks” Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
I feel the very same way about myself Emily. Guilty, sorrowed, apathetic and so many other weird realities that I can’t decipher.
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Yes, a continuing conundrum.
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