Would it be better if my head was clear?
Or would I have more understanding but still the same fear?
Would it be better to not think at all?
Or would I descend down the pit in which I always do fall?
Questions need answers and answers need truth,
But which am I to trust, the dog or the tooth?
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Sepulchral Lullabies
PuisiA work in progress of a collection of my poems about hate, love, drugs and disorders. Hope you enjoy<3
