Every time I think I've hit rock bottom
i fall down even further
It's as if someone is digging the rest of the way down, because the universe knows that my frail hands couldn't pick up the shovel.
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•Mind on Paper•
PoesiaThis is going to be a collection of late night thoughts and spurs of inspiration for your viewing pleasure. Some of these could be happy, sad, melancholic, and much more. My brain is the brush, the paper, or in this case the screen is my canvas. I...
