Raised
What you feel isn't real
What you think has no appeal
I'm a stranger in my body
A stranger bleeding ink
I should be doing something else
I should be being someone else
But here I am, a stranger
As strange to me as ever
I'm an overthinker, complicater
My minds an overheated incinerator
Making strangers of my thoughts
Making stranger my being
I'm done with this
Last goodbye kiss
A stranger will I be no more
My tensing fists,
My final trysts
My blood drains to the floor
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
