Anxiety is like a drug.
It's a fog that drowns you.
Suffocates you with dawn of early light.
It's a fight to wake up.
You fantasize of a perfect world, to disconnect your mind from damaged fragments of correct wrong doing.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
