its like im living in a loophole
i fall and i piece myself back together
over and over, through and through
endless cycles, caught in this storm
each dusk feels like a repetition
a mirror of yesterdays gone by
a script i cant rewrite
a path i cannot bend
yet with each new dawn, hope rises
another day, another start
i knit myself anew
i seek a flicker of hope
im entangled in this loop
like a fly caught in a spiders web
like vines in a dense forest
like a ship lost in a relentless current
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my mind: arcana amidst pandemonium
Poetrya deep dive into the labyrinth of thoughts and emotions that weave through my mind. my thoughts oscillate between the depths of overthinking and the quiet void of nothingness ~
