Are you situated far too deep to feel sane
your fingers becoming claws again?
Jaded thoughts they shape my face
Its everlasting effects keep me tamed
Trapped in its clutches I think I'm going insane
I want to feel free but not break away
I'm soaked in its identity
We've merged just the same
Blurs become reality
Reality goes a stray
My fingertips dig into my skin
Echos release the state that I'm in
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The ashes of my remains [Poetry]
ПоэзияMy third collection of self-written poems, expressing my thoughts and feelings. ☆☆☆ Started: 18/12/2023 Concluded: