I spot with my drowsy eyes the people around me celebrating what ever the fuck the occasion is And I can't help but stare at them in wonder,curiously asking myself "how can someone be so alive in this world where horrible things happen on a daily basis?" They are laughing and engaging with each other and all I have in mind is "how to survive the next day without feeling like my whole world is falling apart"
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
