Secrets that I've kept, just to feel like a kick to the chest.
Secrets that I hate to admit, that I've wish I could erase.
But it has been fastened to me like a microchip.
Something so little, my brain tends to erupt like an earthquake.
Of course you wouldn't understand because I lost the key from trying to escape that empty field in my head.
That empty field that encloses me in its chill hiding the everlasting light that is my conscience.
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Clandestine Volume 1
PoesiaA mix of short stories, and a bundle of poetry written in my hours of insomniac nights. Dark and twisted maybe even inspirational.
