Lost myself somewhere along the way
Became a version of myself
That was pitted in grey and distain
Knuckles all bruised and bent out of shape
I faded away into the background
I barely made it today
Wasting everything away
On repeated mistakes
With first and second names
I am alive again
Living storys of death
And sequined remains
That hold back and far away
I feel dizzy from what I became
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Litany by Nailinthewall
PoetryA book of short poems, prose and passages written during a period of my life. I could get famous one day, be one of the first people who can say I knew them before they were popular! You know you want to....
