Head full of a thousand knotted thoughts
Got no sense of direction, this girl is lost
And her room is dark, and her life needs light
She's like on a happy flight but she's drowning inside.
Cause she lost her purpose and questions her worth
And her life's a boring cycle, was it like that since birth?
Then she cries for validation, next minute laughing happily
The girl is not crazy, she's just lost and that girl is me.
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A Penny of My Thoughts
PoetryI write what I fail to speak. Just a collection of my own poems and some random stuffs that come out of my mind. Some works are a glimpse of my reality while others are simply products of my imagination's creativity. Writing poems has been my own wa...
