Casting a spell.
Too numb the head.
A pill jolts the mind.
Everything is better.
Or is it just pretend?

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Poems Of Sad Sorts
PoesiaHere are just collection of poems, quotes, and sorts. Created from rambled scattered thoughts. Most if not all display a depressive route. Everything that is present here may or may not get revised somewhere down the line.
A spell
Casting a spell.
Too numb the head.
A pill jolts the mind.
Everything is better.
Or is it just pretend?