the anxiety was at its height that day.
the feeling of being swept underneath it.
the eyes that stared and kept on staring.
emptiness.
it fills up a certain part of you to the point where it's not emptiness anymore.
it's something.
i don't know what.
like a current it curls out from the sea and grabs me, pulling me in.
the end.
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an assortment of writings
Poetrythis is a compilation of poems, short stories, etc. that i have written and want to share with some anonymous literature enthusiasts. enjoy i guess ?
