happy new year.
names change in my phone cause now im alone
water dries out but then pores again
the waiver in my voice mimics ocean waves .happy new year.
but i don't feel anything.
on an adventure to find who i am
and cant see anything.
dont know how far ive come or
how far ive sunk but
i trust the process as little as i trust myself.
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A Few Thousand Nights
Poetrya poetry about the ups and downs of life, love, and hardships