His writing realeases his thoughts,
The good, the bad, all.
His writing helps him vent,
When he does nothing, but lean against the wall.
His thoughts processed and organized,
Dark and light.
His thoughts could be impure,
But he really just wasnts to take flight.
He pushes people away,
But he doesnt mean to.
His thoughts corrupt his actions, causing him to not know what to do.
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My Thoughts
PoetryI'll update when I'm feelin it. It could be sad, anger, depressed, happy, etc.
