StagnantA Poem by Lockedheart
The things I struggled with at 18
followed me to 22 I tried to fight against myself there was nothing I could do still wandering afraid and incomplete no direction next won't leave my lair of defeat I'm asking for help I'm quickly getting old the fear of doing nothing is eating away at my soul
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