You find yourself stuck in the same manic state,
Trying to figure out a way to escape,
But all that was left was
Loneliness.
Walk a hall of despair,
Looking for a safe place called home,
Like a fool on a never ending spiral,
Thinking.
How am i stray too far from home?
-sya-
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Inside My Mind
PoetryRainy days and quiet evening A moment of silence and a taste of sincerity When the days are sinking and you looking for a safe place to hide TW! P.s nothing personal and cover by the amazing @Lucasxx44
