November 15th 2015, 6:18pm: I let the thoughts overflow my mind and intertwine with everything I do. As they come and go my mind does too. Sometimes I can't even thing. Everything's just a mess, it's like a dark abandoned building. No one around, no one to hear. The screams, the cries, or the loneliness. Abandonment of my own mind and the people who have left me here alone. All alone.
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Poems
PoetryMy poems are write through pure sadness, they are depressing and I do tell my thoughts through them. They are all based on events in my life.
