A Story Untold in Search of the Rainbow

there is a river at the corner of my eyesstreaming endlessly down my facemy brain has grown immune to lieswhenever I say I am fine, it’s a wasted gracewhat has already been lost cannot be replaced there is a raging war in my head I cannot fighta familiar storm that grips my chest tightthe darkContinue reading “A Story Untold in Search of the Rainbow”

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