I'm lost
I wanna be found.
I think,
But the muscles of my body seem a little tired
I'm tired
I think I'm fine here
The confines of my room can lead me wherever they wish
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Fuck You, Nicely
PoesiaOne finding themselves, ups and downs; streams of melancholy and yearning of the heart. Contains time stamps of a life that seem to fade too fast and rants through life lessons I often forget. There might be some triggers with eating and just mental...
Why am I a Kid
I'm lost
I wanna be found.
I think,
But the muscles of my body seem a little tired
I'm tired
I think I'm fine here
The confines of my room can lead me wherever they wish
