I ruined what most would call blue skies
I crashed the only soul that tried to reach out, I had no remorse and now my sense of safety is unstable
Now I am alone
I try to hold back the one thing I have left in me, tears.
They also want to leave me.
My heart rate increases immensely
I start perspiring
It is now escaping as sweat.
Now I am alone
Thanks to my "I can do this by my self" instinct I am now alone.
The end of the world still awaits
But there's no adventure when I am alone
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Poetic Infusions.
PoetryPoetry has no definition, cause if you defining it you are then limiting it.
