Pain is a superficial word for something I cannot change
My mind is racing against all this pain
It's wrapped me in a web
So easily it has spun
My fingers are no dictator
I think I'm feeling it now
Pain has drugged me
Lured me in,
Fed me corrupted memories
For I'm addicted now
It's consumed my identity and left me none
Pain is a superficial word for something I cannot change
And even so it cannot be erased
-s
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The ashes of my remains [Poetry]
PoetryMy third collection of self-written poems, expressing my thoughts and feelings. ☆☆☆ Started: 18/12/2023 Concluded:
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