tell me why am i a prisoner of my own thoughts?
why do i handcuff myself when i crave freedom?
is it necessary to starve myself, to hurt my mind,
in order to find the joy and peace i truly deserve?
tell me why am i a hunter in my own wastelands?
why am i breathing underwater when i crave air?
do i need to punish myself for the ones who left,
or is it my choice that forces me to accept this life,
as my own personal prison?
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
