Song: Modern Loneliness - Lauv
They were made up in someone's imagination,
Or this is their tenth,
Hundredth,
Thousandth life.
No clear image of them exist,
Imaginations run wild with conspiracies.
The growth of the universe,
Share the same space.
Their lives printed on paper,
Lined up along cases,
Stacked on a desk,
Lined up in a library,
Where young minds run to escape reality.
A breath of fresh air,
A rush of adrenaline,
Butterflies swarming stomachs,
Tears of pain and happiness.
They assist people in growth.
They save the lives of many.
Lives were made with their influence.
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Poetry Of The Rushing Mind: Eighteen
PoetryI love poetry. My life up until eighteen has been a rollercoaster. I have grown to love writing and am slowly finding myself along the way. This is all of my work that I either submitted for class, or I was stuck in my head and had to release my tho...
