Inside my head is a void,
Filled with thoughts.
With voices that scream,
It is chaos, no dream.
They have no beginning or end.
Just an infinite mess, and it is all in my head.
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Cold Hands, Cold Heart
PoesíaSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
