I run around with the
same morbid thoughts,
they weigh down my shoulders.
I run around with morbid thoughts
that haunt me nonstop.
Uninvited guests
that are too keen on staying;
they chase the joy away,
So I can never be joyful.
I run around with morbid thoughts.
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Poetry & Prose: i
PoetryCOMPLETED✅ Because desperate times call for desperate writing. PART 1. *I found the cover photo on Pinterest, it doesn't belong to me. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED. #36 in sadquotes #15 in teenauthor #37 in jealousy
