I had all these lucid dreams,but i couldn't change a thing
For all these years, was i living a dream?
Questioning my existence,can't clarify a thing
Was it all for nothing, i don't feel a thing
All of my lucid dreams and all of her scream
The feelings are so sour,I can't throw them away
Im standing against the storm with nothing to cover me
I find it weird,why am i scared of me?
The thing that kept me going is dragging me down
My feets feel so heavy,i might just give in
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PoetryThis is just me expressing my feelings might update once a week or everyday, depending on how I feel
