It'd be my own disparities that will make me loose the things,
And I'm ready to loose even if it'll haunt me forever,
Cause everytime I tried to love it was either too much or too less,
Which forever kept wounding me, and weakening my soul.
And It'd be my own disparities that will make me loose the things,
And I'm ready to loose even if it'll haunt me forever,
Cause my nightmare are reviving themselves again,
Just to remind me what has gone,
The darkest hours that I thought were left behind long ago,
They came back even more passively,
With my strangely calculated brain.
And I still think that at the end,
It'd be my own disparities that will make me loose the things,
And I'm ready to loose even if it'll haunt me forever.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
