A collaboration of twenty on a very special topic! Enjoy!
when our lost self is gone, our inner world comes back, crippling like a shadow, ultimately flowing into the darkness of our minds.
By: Ioana Moldovan
A man watches his meth-addicted girlfriend shoot up while he reflects on how she got hooked.
Let's just say that this is a poem on my own experiences - yes the ending also
A continuation of part 1 (which has accidentally been partially deleted) where the main character meets up with old friends on the cusp of a wild Saturday night.
I saw a wall Full of busy people They dreamed of each other Day and night (I hope this one makes you feel better. ππ)
Because my parents wouldn't buy me any new clothes, I started using a needle and thread. They thought it was embarrassing for a boy to do that so they started telling people I was dead.
A collaboration of twenty on a very special topic! Enjoy!
when our lost self is gone, our inner world comes back, crippling like a shadow, ultimately flowing into the darkness of our minds.
By: Ioana Moldovan
A man watches his meth-addicted girlfriend shoot up while he reflects on how she got hooked.
Let's just say that this is a poem on my own experiences - yes the ending also
A continuation of part 1 (which has accidentally been partially deleted) where the main character meets up with old friends on the cusp of a wild Saturday night.
I saw a wall Full of busy people They dreamed of each other Day and night (I hope this one makes you feel better. ππ)
Because my parents wouldn't buy me any new clothes, I started using a needle and thread. They thought it was embarrassing for a boy to do that so they started telling people I was dead.