Other times I just want to scream out loud.
But others won't let me be these things.
Sometimes my face screws up at the corners.
Other times I close my eyes whilst walking.
But others don't understand these things I do.
Welcome to The Invisible Poet. A Blog about my life in the shadows of dense black mist. YOU CAN STILL ENJOY LIFE. BUT WITHOUT PUTTING YOUR OWN IN DANGER. I'm in my own little fantasy bubble. THE BOOK OF 'THE FURIES' WILL SET US FREE.
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