Samuel Hall

Joined August 2019

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The end.
It’s January 9, and the washing machine fills the house with the sound of deliberate finality. A sense that perhaps all is not well.
By Samuel Hall5 years ago in Poets
Survival
We hold our mental health by spearpoint, fighting against the fears that the world has seared into us. We are branded. Some with fear holding us back. Some with jagged hatred that cuts both ways. Some with innocence and naivety that leaves us exposed to the elements.
By Samuel Hall5 years ago in Poets