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The mind is lost.
The mind simply stores your thoughts for a time, then gets rid of them.
What happened to the nostalgia that I used to feel? Has it ceased forever?
Mean, hardcore thoughts make my mind swell with redness.
The mind is lost.
It traveled far, far away from its homeland.
It has no destination, and has no plan on looking for one. 🙃
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Dear Suicide...
Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
