Introspection.
I call this that because it's a dissection.
A dissection of my thoughts.
Just gotta connect the dots.
To find the true image.
Maybe even the faded afterimage.
I try to collect my thoughts here.
Into words you might just hear.
And understand.
Instead of just keeping them crammed.
Inside my scattered mind.
Where only few are kind.
That's why I write these.
These small, stupid pleas.
Because they aren't any good.
And I'm not sure if I should.
Pretend they are worthy.
Of anything earthly.
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So yeah. Idk. I just try to collect my thoughts here. Yay it rhymed again. Not writing too late again. Only 10:29. That's good. Cya!
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Introspection
Poetrynoun in.tro.spec.tion \ˌin-trə-ˈspek-shən\ : the process of examining your own thoughts or feelings I'm just gonna dump thoughts here. Probably sad. Maybe not.
