Run away chasing me
A shot in the head with your pathetic kind words
Bruising my heart with no momentum
Colliding into a bliss
Jumping and crowding in
Knowledge erases even from paper
Voices drip with venom of all sort
They went into a void
And only the rest ventured back
-I thought this uploaded yesterday sorry-
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
