I can feel the mumbles the soft words being shared in a constant cycle of a circle of fiends,whispering those erroneous lies that eventually become the worst night mares that don't just haunt my unconscious but my waking hours as well. Those same fallacies become truth in mere minutes ,mere seconds. I sit there wondering why didn't I just listen in the first place. Why I didn't just end this,cut it at the stem of the problem,tear it from my soul. So I wouldn't have just made this grim future inevitable.
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Manic dumb poems
Poetry. I really love poetry . So it's whatever. This is just some poems all made by me. They are all free verse poems. None of them are the rhyme type.
