My heart races,
looking at these faces,
seeing these places,
and getting the cases.
It beats
It races
It traps
It wraps
I'm triggered by noise,
images,
places.
memories.
I'm stuck in a hell-hole
Which is the main role,
Just give me the code,
before I explode.
Talking,
Walking,
Following,
Planning.
It's just there
Like that bear
That I have to fear
Before it disappears.
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a mind full of poems
PoetryIt's hard to express emotion when you dont actually know how to put it in words. Poetry is a form of communication with the emotions we cant seen to express
