Too hard breath
I never felt so bad
I'll run a million of miles
Wishing on the sky
That one day the sun
Will rise on me
I lost myself
Am I someone else?
How do I feel things?
My mind go in round
Again and again
What real? It killing me
Never good enough
Keep trying to run away
I don't know why
Still falling, still racing
-21 décembre 2022
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Storm of the mind
PoetryWant to know what happen in my mind? Want to read sad thoughts? This is the place.
