Somethimg is whispering an eery echo
'let yourself go, let me take over'
But no I'm fighting a desperate fight and no one knows my end except my Lord
I see the many times though I felt oblivious a few that cared who tried to save me
'I want to let out but something is holding me back'
Is the difference between sanity and foolishness nothing but one fine disturbing line?
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
