11:25 pm, Sunday, 16th July
and it's becoming so hard to push myself away
from thoughts of a forever that flash in my mind
in an array of fractured daydreams.
you plague my mind.
I cannot get rid of you.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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11:25 pm, Sunday, 16th July
and it's becoming so hard to push myself away
from thoughts of a forever that flash in my mind
in an array of fractured daydreams.
you plague my mind.
I cannot get rid of you.