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Recollections of a troubled past that might not have ended as well as it did.
A sort of dark, questing lance into the places few dare tread alone.
I feel strange about these poems, read them at your own risk.
This is what you get when you deny someone the only thing they ever cared about.
So close to the edge you can see the pit below.
Something hopeless and odd, I can't explain it.
I don't know why I can't write about anything other then rot and loss.
But that's how it is, so deal with it.
Just some poems I wrote.
Finally, it should display now
A collection of depressing poetry born of nightmares I suffered.