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The morning was silent as usual
no issues nor overdues
agony is on the hunt,
never resting until it finds its prey.
Always lurking away from the light
although under the shadows
it can be anywhere at anytime
without you knowing.
Our minds are normally corrupted
by the mist of thought
which hardships, emotions and the familiar
of loneliness resides.
We've been engulfed
by these thoughts countless times
nevertheless we still had a chance
to come out of it and carry on,
but at last it always intrigued us
until we get reeled back in once again.
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Thơ caThis is a book based about the poems I've written over the years and I'm still writing to this day in my free time. I'm in college so I've been busy🥲 There is some of my art as well. Please don't steal, thank you :) Warnings: - Blood - knife
