Edge of the Cliff.

I couldn't really explain if I tried.

The Coldest Winter.

I've been addicted to writing angsty things lately.

One Too Many Falls.

We were so blind.

‘Hell to Pay’.

I thought an open-ended prologue would be a nice addition.

Stumbling Around.

Past the blood and bruise...

Running Knives.

Maybe I'm just a bloodied mess.

Why We Fall In Love- A Philosophical Approach.

Sounds to me like somebody needs a hug.

Anywhere But Here.

Frozen on this ground I stand...

On The Brink.

Waiting for my crescent to be whole again.

Voices in the Dark.

We never know our way around.

The Same, Old Songs.

In distant memories and forgotten dreams...

At the End of the Day.

Somewhere I’d rather be than here.

Echoes in the Distance.

Draped in a tattered, old shroud.

‘Ghosts’.

It's beautiful. It's morbid. It's heartbreaking.

A Peek into a Writer’s Journal.

Inner peace is so hard to find when you're actively looking for it.

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