Often times I'm stuck in my own head
Unable to see what's around me
It's dark in my imagination
Happiness used to brighten everything
But the light is flickering
Who knows when it'll be out completely
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Um yea so I've gotten to a point where (sometimes) I don't name what I write anymore so the titles are just 'No Name'
Anyway, the line "It's dark in my imagination" is a song by Of Verona. I used to listen to them a lot.
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-eunoia.
PoetryEunoia: (n.) beautiful thinking; a well mind Just a typical amateur poet. Here's some of my soul captured with words. *all images from google*
