How am I to let it all out when there's an invisible-like force stopping me from each move, each breath? I want to cry, let it flow in streams and rivers, but nothing comes out. A swirling mess it is as my emotions are at war with each other, swords are wielded and clashed almost every minute, down to the seconds of time. The battle fields are never at peace, but for battle it is made for.
A war between my mind and heart.
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Eunoia • Book Two
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 ❞ • • • • • Book Two of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in the emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐...
