•a collection• Poems and/or prompts Trapped in the maze of choices, exhausted in the closed off chaos I wandered to find an answer but I am lost in a maze, In the darkness We only have to believe in us, don't let go of my two hands ▫ ▫ Before I knew it you and I became tired of each other inside this pointless emotional exhaustion. A repeating seesaw game. At a point I just became sick, sick of it. A repeating seesaw game, we became tired of it and now we are just miserable Most impressive ranking; 11 in #deepthinking out of 1.21K