there's a cliff named 'overthinking'
and i'm standing on the edge.
I close my eyes and jump
and the down fall
seems to never end.
branches, rocks, birds,
anything but common sense.
it all just starts to hit me
while I continue to descend.
the bottom is near
and I'm going too fast.
my body hits the floor
and I see visions of my past.
overthinking is dangerous
and it ruins who you are,
so please don't jump-
I promise help is not too far.
-valentina accardo
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a palette of poems
Poetrywriting is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words...
