Help
My vision is blurry.
I can't see,
Who I used to be.
...
The facade is to much
And it would help me a bunch
If you me let me speak my mind
These feeling seem to bind.
I think I've lost my sense of reality,
Cause once I again...
I can't see
Who I used to be.
These dreams are filled with the dead
I can't go to bed,
And I need sleep.
I don't feel like talking
And I feel like there's always someone stalking.
I can't quite remember...
Who That Happy Person Was
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RANDOM BOOK
RandomTHIS IS JUST SOME RANDOM THINGS, IDK, I just thought "hey why not make a book about random stuff", so yeah and here we are, MOSTLY UPDATES.. but that will change soon, also some tiny paragraphs on how I'm feeling.
