I like that I hate the noise.
The silence is killing me but the noise filling me.
With what? Malice and hate?
But it also fills me with fun and has my mind thinking straight.
The constant whining is infuriating but the constant whining is stimulating.
The silence is deafening but the silence is sensational.
It's odd how it all works, maybe I'm just thinking too hard.
The yin and yang to balance one out is a yin and yang within oneself.
Our yin has yang and that yang has yin.
It's a layer after layer of confusing, contradictive thinking that only leads to more overthinking
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My 99 Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.
