I swallow the curse and I overdose in the nights
I write poetry about enigmas and soaring through life
My split self is the discomfort in my own skin
This is the loneliest I’ve ever been
I’m still looking for my wings
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Playing With Words
PoetryJust some poetry and stuff: The words of a young adult with too many thoughts. It might suck, but I don't care. These are my own, sincere words; There is no right and wrong, as they constantly wander through spheres of whom they belong. This is me...
