It feels like everyone has a sickness,
Everyone is ill
b'cause they are not what I expect to be,
A constant battle between you and me
and its a shame, we get nothing in return
But yet we act as though we've conquered the world.
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POEMS
PoetryJust some random scribbles :) *Poems written from past, present, and further days to come. *Poem journaling.
