Used to be so good with words, stuck in a cardboard box, I need to break the boards. Tired of the life I live in. I'm searching for more. But lately my words failed. Unable to roll off my tongue. Unable to speak, maybe my stories are done. I look around and think because I'm unable to speak. I wanna have a normal life but I feel so different. teenage years are flying by. And to my childhood and I never got to say goodbye.. or hello..
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Thoughts
PoetryThese are poems I wrote. Mostly my thoughts but idk. These ones are very short but trust me they are supposed to be that way.
