Glorious
There are times when I'm too naive and self-absorbed to listen to anyone.
Sadness and loneliness come my way like a correlation.
Realizations hit me so hard; every self-reflection is covered with regrets.
Figments from my imagination made me care less.
Outstanding curiosity dies for gloomy days and horrible truths.
Experienced my first embarrassment with a lovely green flute.
I lost my dreams because I lacked passion.
Made or not, I'm ashamed of my own creations.
Humbled by my own limitations and status.
Surreal ideas and unrealistic visions made me lose my focus.
I never tried to reach those glorious days.
Goodbye to the unfamiliar yet familiar faces.
Small accomplishments were celebrated.
Excellent Alex would be hated.
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Expressing sentiments
PoetryRecords of my very own thoughts, stories, poems, etc. that had been piling up on my notes for far too long. If you don't have anything to do, you can read FF. sentiments for fun. I made this to serve as a storage space or a destination for everythin...
