1d
What shadow am I,
Lurking on this page,
This blocked out feeling,
I need to go away.
I don't read,
I don't write,
Cut at my roots,
Neither ink or water comes through.
Lurking on this page,
This blocked out feeling,
I need to go away.
I don't read,
I don't write,
Cut at my roots,
Neither ink or water comes through.
