People can't ever handle their selves when it comes to extreme sadness.
I, for one, experience extremities.
For some reason, my past keeps reconnecting to my present and future. I always try to mediate its result if needed.
But with such responsibility and independence, I come to a point where the path ahead becomes blurry. My thoughts and ideas seems dirty to me. Everything that could be desired were just dust or ashes in my head. Unseen and uninteresting.
My poems help me write these tangled words and untangle them from the paper.
Those words are my nightmares, my haunting reasons that can't ever find peace.
My poems are my curses. A string of never ending sadness.
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MY POEMS
Poetry🍭These are poems that makes my anxiety and depression form into an ink staining my life and each paper that I take. Please do not copy unless you understand what you are taking away. 🌼
