There are so many thoughts and feelings in my mind swirling around like paper air planes in a class room full of rowdy kids. But don't be fooled by the delicate look because those paper plane thoughts leave cuts worse than the knife like words you say. I could lie and say my thoughts are happy but the scars would tell you other wise. Too bad the scars are only felt and not seen.
Is this truth to you just empty words or has it wrapper around your brain and given you paper plane thoughts too?
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Secrets to Knowlege
PoetryEmptying my thoughts into the void of other people...*some are poorly written, and by some I mean most, so please bear with me * (on a different note please don't skip the first one)
