I've been battling with the things I thought I'd be content with, drifting in and out of consciousness.
I've been searching the coast for any scrap of the map that would hopefully lead me to who I should be.
I've been trying to find myself in the midst of normalcy, trying ever so desperately to fit into the puzzle piece I had no part in.
The plot twist?
I found myself the same moment I stopped battling and searching and trying.
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Dedicated to Chaos
PoetryA book of messy words, thoughts, and everything in between.