Do I have plans again,
Or am I just faking?
I'm dreading these months,
And it passes too fast.
Doesn't it hurt,
To see them all leave?
Doesn't it pain you,
To not be able to breathe?
I need to wake up,
Maybe I won't sleep.
In an infested and toxic reality,
Why should I wake up?
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Zenith - A Book Of Poetry
PoetryA book of devoid poems. There isn't much to explain, or describe. I wrote My Dark Friend- A Book of Poems which I had to end do to my issue of writing too much, so this is kind of part 2.
