Poem: The Light Never Fades
When pain clings like ivy, when my mind spins a cyclone, When I want to retreat and when I want be on my own. When I try to ride it…
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September 16, 2020
When pain clings like ivy, when my mind spins a cyclone, When I want to retreat and when I want be on my own. When I try to ride it…
I liked the suggestion in the prompt regarding items that could be put in a time capsule. I remember doing writing activities like that when I was a kid. Another…