I used to be vibrant
happy and all.
Always had a big smile
plastered on my face.
It used to be real.
Then things changed.
Absence of a big smile,
my laugh,
my aspirations,
my heart,
hope.
I used to be real,
but now I'm only a memory.
I'm absent.
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A Look Inside of The Madness [Poems]
PoesiaThese are my poems. About life, about love, about death, about some random shit I thought up. I hope you enjoy them <3