bloom, they say.
as if there is a light of chance that could be sprinkled within me.
but my mind is just barren.
hopeless, shattered.
even if i tried, it all seemed cynical.
so here i am, fading;
dissolving into the nonexistence.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
