Everything i dreamt of was just there.....standing patiently as if it was waiting for me to come and claim but it never happened.
Even before i could grab it, it crumbled on my fingertips in front of my eyes and i was just standing there unable to move as I watched as absurdity unfolds.
But when did I even dreamt?
Sometimes i feel like I'm standing on the pedestal naked while the world gwake at me with its sinister eyes berating me with it's all might.
Sometimes I break myself out and speak the words caged in my throat and join the laughter as the world laughs it off and i tag along.
Sometimes I just hate myself as my choices weigh down on my path deteriorating everything in the process
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But when did I ever sad?
But sometimes i think, am I really like this in real life or do these words emerge from sick fantasies of mine?
Sometimes I am not me on paper.
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PoetryRandom things i wrote randomly... Things i think about a lot, this much that i have to write it down... Random Thoughts Random Poems Random quotes (If you are reading this I would recommend you, first few chapters and the recent updates.) T...
