Confined in the nonsense.
I just see waves of a near autumn wandering the streets.
My thoughts run from hysteria to liquor.
Isolated in this being not allowing my own being.
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the found one
PoetryLost and found: This mind of mine is filled with his thoughts and my memories... This person I am is so close to me, but at times I cannot even feel my own presence. There is always an endless feeling of running away from me. I am a fool expecting...
