*she stared at the other side* Was it dark or was it light? She has to choose what is right, But the shadows are fading, as shadows don't form without no light. She has to see through her mind in which she has been captured, she has to fight her demons for the peace of her soul but what should she do about the demons that surround? [#340 in poetry on 9th November 2017]

Poems I write while talking to myself Whispering words that won't make sense, A part of my life is a mess, And I don't think writing poems will fix the rest."

#59 in poetry [03/10/17] -Highest rank - -Featured in @Wp_poetry reading list "stygian skies" [24/11/18] ❤ I was born with positivity running through my viens But this world kept spoonfeeding me what they call is real A slice of reality on my plate I Was fed And sadness rightafter came radiating off of me A bubbly mix of cheery attitude, dreams and positivity were what I was born with A harmony of darkness, negative vibes and tear stained face is how I left it. ✁- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - //warning : it have some suicidal/kind of dark thoughts that may be triggering for some.

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