Its eating me, its eating me and i want it to stop.
This pressure and uncertainty.
This fear of oblivion and the unknown
My bones are crashing against the rocks.
I need to know my future,
I cant move forward without knowing.
Its eating me and I need it too stop.
My heart carries a heavy sack,
It needs no more baggage.
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Metamorphosis
PoetryI did not know what this book meant when I first started it, it was an outlet for my feelings as I faced a new world. As I went on I realized what my personal purpose for it is: To form connections with people in this current world where we are all...
