alone

again

By ASHLEY SMITHPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

All alone again

aiming at antipathy

all about acquiescent

and alleviate aggressive

altercations and arguments

all about all

heartbreak inspirational sad poetry

About the Creator

ASHLEY SMITH

England based carer, live with my wife, her parents and 4 cats. will write for all areas but especially mental health and disability. though as stuff for filthy seems popular will try there . any comments, suggestions or requests considered

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