December 14th, 2023
You would assume after so many situations, I'd know to trust my instincts by now.
Yet somehow I'm still so full of complete stupidity as if it's all my brain will allow.
Continuously knowing better, but not jumping off the track.
Incident after incident, returning myself right back.
The previous cracks from before, breaking open a little bit wider each time.
I only have myself to blame for all the mountains I have to climb.
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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...
