this city
sunset through buildings, blood red days fading to grey skied nights
this youth
self destructive and self pitying, full of hate and burning away life
this uncertainty
tsunamis of anxiety washing over, second guessing as first nature
this life
strange and indifferent, distant and fading like consiousness to dream
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White Out (Poetry Collection)
Poetryyou weren't supposed to see this. •••••••••• a diary of imagination; a life where the lines are blurred. a memoir of things that never happened, and a few that did.
