Further and further I move toward blind,
As I recede more and more into my mind,
I cannot see past all the thoughts,
But I do so hope in them I don't get caught
My mind will never let me rest,
I realise as my breath tightens my chest,
I feel like Schrödinger's cat, not alive nor dead,
But this all goes on inside my head.
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🐌My Poems🐌
Poeziethis is just a compilation of all the poems I write, long and short! Each part is a different poem, and I'll add a new part whenever I write a new poem :)
