There's been a lot of quiet going on,so much so that only the tunes of old seem to build some character ,in the world that's so blank
There have been questions that have been waiting for answers,but i just don't know if i'm to answer with my head or with my frail excuse for a heart
There are things id be prone to lose,but i'm honestly trying not to choose.
I want melody with some color,i want conversations that make me feel un-bothered
And most of all,rid myself of the shadows that i hid myself in.
To find my footings ,where i could only see in dreams.
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pain poetry
PoetryIts my life story documented in small words,its nothing but an endless siege of depression and sorrow.
