Deranged, dark and twisted.
My mind plays tricks on me.
Nothing looks the way it used to, nothing looks the same.
Everything is dark and bloodied.
Everything is gone.
Blacked out by my thoughts.
Their so black and dark.
It's so easy to get lost.
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ØVERTHINKING
PoesiaØverthinking leads tø fear. Fear leads tø anxiety. Døn't knøw what's inside øf me. F A L L I N G Everyøne has their demøns. Søme møre than øthers. These are mine
