drowning in the ocean of blood
the past i never understood.
joy crying far away from home,
it's the season of being alone.
don't do it, do it, little fear,
don't expire...
i'm here, i will always be.
it's just that you can't see me
anymore...
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Night Thoughts
PoetryBefore we begin... Watch how the little becomes big. Watch as the wind flows his mind and thoughts and how he becomes the one who didn't, couldn't. Watch how the progress goes back and forth and how the stiffness kicked in the first few pages of em...
