My head,
It became a complex building,
Housing doubt and insecurity,
After getting caught in a rut,
I fell into by mistake.
All this time you held the key,
While I've been locked inside my head.
So now,
I'm begging,
And begging you,
To be my escape.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
