Walking on an empty road
There's a forest nearby.
Big and dark
It's haunting my soul
Asking me to come in.
I don't trust the weird feeling
I'm not giving in to the odd pleasing.
My life is worth more then all that darkness,
Even if it has beautiful flowers,
I worth more then a memory.
And now I'm far
I'm happy I left,
I feel much better without that.
Now I go, I don't look back
Who knows if it was ever just a dark innocent forest.
(2021. Nov. 29.)
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