Sometimes I go back in the past and realize that I never left. I want to but I don't know how.
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Final Throes Of The Unfurling
Poesia"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
Stuck in the past
Sometimes I go back in the past and realize that I never left. I want to but I don't know how.
