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Stranded

Aug 31, 2023
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Updated: Jul 29, 2025

By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)


I tried for way too long,

And yet, everything still seems wrong.

So many hands to help me up,

but myself pulling me down,


Feelings, thoughts, hate are the major parts in which I drown.



Turned into someone I don’t know anymore,

Regretting my existence; crying on the cold floor.

Gifted clean hands; stained with blades.


It’s the end, and there’s nowhere to go. 


By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)



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