I'm left again with my damn thoughts
But who am I kidding I'm always walking through my head
No matter how much I fought
I'll just prefer being brain dead
Than to be lost again and again
Surrounded by darkness within
These are my late night thoughts again
This poem couldn't even fit what I'm really thinking
It consists of ramble and destruction, rapidly bleeding
Nightmares coming to life
Reincarnated through lines and ryhmes
I would trade a penny or dime
Just to have a day
Where I'm honestly okay
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