In this world full of choas
One seems to believe
that we're always at a loss
Instead of focusing on the
Beauty inbetween and the things we can achieve, we ponder on this dream of a make belief reality. We cause our own fatality by making excuses for compatibility. Is it time or space that we create? We can stay up late and have a debate.
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
