What's Wrong With Me?
That's a long time ago yet it's still alive and it's taking over me,
where am I?
I don't feel anything,
I wonder why?
I'm in the race of life and time just passed by.
I'm underwater but
I feel like I'm on top of it.
I'm at the bottom and I don't know what the problem is.
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Under The Casket Of Hatred And Oppression
PoetryThese short poems ideas flow from my emotional self. They arrive the same way as dreams do. So always I begin with a head empty of words and let my feelings go flow. Read at your own Discretion
