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Deep and dark.
Somehow it looks like a never ending spiral.
Yet it's an ocean.
Shallow and wide.
Wave by wave, you could just float with the dark...
But you could also get drowned by it's darkness.
In the end, it's all up to you.
Float or drown.
But mostly people get drowned by it's darkness.
It could never be my fault.
I can't also say that it's their fault.
They just can't stop the itch to look.
They just can't stop themselves to get lost.
They just lack control.
They just can't stop staring at it.
My soul.
Deep and dark.
Shallow and wide.
You can't stop staring at it.
My eyes.
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Sins
PoetryComposed of letters, words and sentences. But for me these are composed of my voice, my soul and my feelings. These are little things but for me these are my sins. Words that walk by you, leaving a trail to follow by. These are my Sins.
