Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Alone
He said he’ll hold my hand
But here I am, falling on my own
Oceans deep or sands
I don’t think he’ll notice what’s wrong
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