I am not sure if one would call these poems, but what they are, are the thoughts that have lingered in the darkest depths of my mind. In times of hardship, when I had no one to confide in, my journal was where I poured my soul into.Be warned, dearest traveler, for what you are about to journey into will not be joyful.Illustrated version.
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