I crave the smell of pine wood and the taste of fresh air
I want a sense of meaning
Is it bad that I'm always daydreaming?
Each new day is teeming with light
I wish I was strong enough to fight the way dark swallows light
I wish I wasn't so hollow
These nights are filled with sorrow
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Perception
شِعرa collection of my very first poems from when i was in high school. /2015
