In my mind, a monster faintly slaves his days
Feeding thought and weaving lies with catatonic lace
I'm not sad, and not despondent, I know genuine smiles
But in truth, only detachment always gets me through the miles.
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Ode to Life
PoetryIt's chaos to figure out how to live. To love yourself, to love others, to create, to destroy. It's just life. But maybe... just life isn't a bad thing? You can't have good without the ugly. This has all my poems combined, this'll be my only poetry...
