Buried dreams in the back of my head,
people as killers
a mind as a grave digger
a heart as a shovel trying to unbury them.
Dreams are immortal,
can't die
can't be buried
are just hidden.
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My Secret Phone Notes
PoetryWords, sayings, thoughts of mine and maybe somehow poetry which are written in my phone's notes and nobody sees and knows about them but they keep deep secrets of mine that I'll never have the strength to say. Writing is my escape because there are...
