Speeding down the highway,
I fall to pieces,
Piece by piece I begin to melt, until I'm just a puddle left,
An empty shell that was once filled to the top.
Driving faster down the high way,
I realize I'm on my way next in line,
As lights flash infront of me within seconds.
-diana 🌹
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The Abyss Of Thoughts
Poetry"Looking at my reflection, I realize that in the ungrateful end, Between the old me and the new and improved me, The real me has disappeared. What is left for me? My real identity doesn't exist anymore, Only in past memories, I have become my worst...
