black hair, brown hair, both in between.
i find myself making up things that have no mean-
-ing.
in my head, many things lie, dead.
i dont give myself enough cred-
-it.
anger and hate, i give myself hell.
its drowns out everything and rings out like a bell
toll.
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heaven or hell? - a mindscape
Poetrycollection of original poems. sometimes random scraps and bits of thought. be careful, if you choose to venture further.
