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A Poem by Hallow

Maybe I can't write anymore
Maybe the toxic symptoms
Crept into my blood
Flowed mediocrity
Into my being like mud
Making my mind a victim
Closing another door.

© 2024 Hallow

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Added on June 21, 2024
Last Updated on June 28, 2024

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Hallow

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Even the sun couldn't illuminate the shadows of my mind. It's run cold, and there's no hope to find. more..