a plethora of miscellaneous ideas that popped into my head and refused to stay inside. from random proses to poetry to book reviews: this book has it all for your reading pleasure :)
She didn't want to leave Didn't want to leave everything behind But the memories The memories that haunts her - The memories that she tries so hard to repress - Weren't pleasant
Day and night muddled in one, She stares out, unblinking - Waiting for something Anything She stares into the distance For a sign of familiarity she left behind Sighing, she drops her head on the ledge
Can she ever escape? Or is she forever bound to these memories?
This might be my favourite poem I've ever written. This is a product of procrastination in the middle of maths revision. Don't follow my example people. Actually on second thought, please do. If procrastination actually leads you to do something that ends up being good, then do it (if that made any sense).
Yes that's my actual ugly handwriting. You're welcome :)
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