Who am I?
Where am I?
This feeling I hate it's like a drug in one's mind and my thoughts tend to be right and everything seems to be turning it's thorns towors me.
Mirrors where made to let us crate our image ....is that who we are?
Heart beats on time and fear comes when we don't understand.
We live in our own world.
Imaginations and thoughts created by our wild mind.
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The days of wonder.
PoetryQuestions that are on ones mind empty thoughts and question that only come when one is alone. I'm a loving girl who explore life in many ways and I live in question marks. some questions are answers but by my subcontious mind. I hope this will let y...
