I see them everywhere like demons in my dreams
Every single one
I used to see three in every place but now it's so many I don't remember the number
I see them
Their pieces
Their faces
They're all over
Especially my most important
My most favorite
I have them
I have it all
I've got it all
All these piece of words
So many letters, that I've never even seen before for myself
I never got that
But all of those- them
I see it
I sense it
I feel
I can even hear it
I sat and watched it
I knew it
And now? Well I don't even know
I'm just lost and sick and hot and cold and up and down and just so dizzy
I just-
I've lost it
It's gone
This train of thoughts has fallen of its tracks
Just like all these entries
It's empty
Right?
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Vents : In A Book.
Non-FictionIts a book. Full of vents. It probably wont really make much sense but it'll be like quotes or sometimes poems. Whatever mood I am in. Its supposed to help me feel better... Idk why. I'm usually in a bad or sad mood so yeah... But this will be from...
