Emptiness and pain correlating
Abstract tragedy
Took away my identity.
Heavier it gets as I end up thinking twice
Try holding on a little more,
The harder it strikes
But hesitation appears
Every time I attempted to arise.
When it hadWhat it wanted
It grew larger
Mighty as it gets to be
Sinister at it's best to me.
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Thought Blocks
PoetryJust a little poem meet-up, hop on for a little mix between certainty and chance. Seems pretty correlated but would disappoint afterwards after the lack of continuity in the poem sequence, it's a good read after all, hope it all relates to those who...
