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I sit here with my cheek resting on my palm,
Staring off at teal lights illuminating my room.
Noticing how empty I'm attempting to make myself.
Sifting through my thoughts to pull the ones I don't wish to fixate on any longer,
Wrapping them up nicely and tucking them neatly away in the dark corner.
The hatred of my ways making me frown at the bare wall,
Fed up with the easy comfort that isolation provides.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
