The Lost and The Odds
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Last published Sun, Dec 15, 2019
This is all about where my head is at night.
What we feel when anxiety starts kicking in, the dilemmas, the struggles in poems and contexts.
Yeah sounds boring I know.
This is the most confessional, honest shit about myself and my perceptions. Purely deals with nuances of love, heartbreak, difficulties and all that stuff that can't let me sleep at night.
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