Our heads were in the clouds baby and we were drifting so far along forgetting the ground even existed or the demons I left in the oceans of my thoughts and it was kinda beautiful and I loved it
But eventually you have to return back home where darkness overpowers and all you have is your lonely self without the clouds to fog reality because at the end of everyday you are left with just yourself and maybe that's the most depressing thing about being a human being
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
