Author's Note
Raucous
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I look up, I see the clouds. It's getting dark, but still light enough to see everything.
This emptiness, this void, the question "What is the fricking meaning of all this?" swirling in my head constantly at this moment.
Random thought. Question. Random Thought. Question.
It's the same question every time just a different variation.
Do I really know anything or is it just there for moment? The knowledge is there, then "poof" it's gone after a while?
Distractions. Distractions. Distractions— they keep me going.
I like to think at times. But at other times the thoughts get too depressing, depressing seems a little harsh, but they get deep, I guess.
Stress that keeps me up tossing and turning.
But I'm here tho, I'm alive and nothing that bad hasn't happened to me.
I guess... It's Alright.
Yo, I sound like a gook.
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Raucous
HumorThis a book full poems and short stories. From deep and thoughtful to fun and cool. Not everything starts of right at the beginning but there's always a result at the end. The result ending with something good or bad is up to you.
