I used to cover my ears when hearing the screams
But these days, they seem to make no sound
I escaped by swimming against the streams
As I wished for nothing more than to be found
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
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I used to cover my ears when hearing the screams
But these days, they seem to make no sound
I escaped by swimming against the streams
As I wished for nothing more than to be found
