Funny.
It is.
I'm losing my consciousness.
The dark is kicking again, my sight's all black.
The night's calling again. Dont know when but I'll be back.
Confusion is one thing to think of, when you're confused not a thing to think of.
Makes two of us, thinking is not my strength.
That's why it's the heart.
And always will be.
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𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
PoesíaThis is just a book with thoughts and poems of me. I started this 'project' to share my anxiety and fears as well as parts of my inner soul with you. I do this just to feel better and free my thoughts so that anyone can read it out. Although this mi...
