My thoughts are what surround me. They cage me in an empty room and when I'm left alone with them, I lose sight of morality. They pile on top of each other, slowly encompassing me from the tangible world. Reality and fantasy suddenly become hard to differentiate. Existential questions, secrets and entitled opinions now detach me as I become more of an individual rather than one who conforms.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoesíaOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
