keeping your head low
droplets in the mist
asking me first
"take the risk or resist?"
but i'll keep in the flow
my vision's greige
i can feel his face in beige
absentmindedly
right now here ruining you
grudges; hold together
i found a sepia pictures
i was sold into crime scene
there's comet's coming
here i am running
stumbling over and over
as i keep running
keeping away
from this madness
i keep on asking,
"take the risk or resist?"
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sleepless nights
PuisiEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
