Sometimes, it feel like the whole world is sinking under my feet and I find myself unsure if I'm rightfully upset, or being dramatic.
Is the world really burning to the ground or am I overwhelmed?
On bad days, there isn't a middle ground.
I blow my top and puff my cheeks to anyone, until I cool down and realise I just needed a break.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoetryPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
