Poetry,
Title: Valley of Doubt
Shadows speak to you in tongues. Even the light of truth yields to the thicket of no trust.
End.
Wednesday 24th May 2023 4:45 pm
Unsure.
I'm feeling somewhat uncertain, at this time—a great deal on my mind. I sit in the altercation, numbly unaware of my surroundings, as the world passes. At present I am alone. Sitting tranquility in the place' call home.
Wednesday 24th May 2023 4:41 pm
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