Frenemies, Mortal Wounds

A landscape of emotion. (Lyrical prose) Circling a foreign land; one I once thought home.Alone, surrounded by Frenemies. I struggle to traverse this apocalypse of my life.Will the landscape remain forever barren? Fake smiles, fake words, whispers in the dark.Whispers in my face shredded by tiny cuts in the back. Subterfuge and confusion emerge as […]

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