Maybe it's the guilt
Or the trauma
Holding me back
Trapping me in its
Filthiest trap
Using the past
And the present
And might i remind
Using my fear of future
Maybe it's the guilt or the trauma
Cause no matter
How fast i run or
How far i go
It catches me back
With its smoothest
Tiniest Thought
Reminding me again and again
Of my past, present and the future
Never letting me go
Away from here
Away from my fear
Away from it
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BROKEN UNKNOWINGLY
PoetrySeries of events in one's mind taking place through thoughts and feelings.
