Fear and depression inhumanely barge in, divulging their distaste for order. Tearing down the heavy clad walls, for they’re captivated by no boarder. * The
Category: poetry
The opposite of numb
Comfort in anxiety. Fight or flight.. Without it, I have nothing I am nothing. I crave
How to get through my day
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Face on the wall
Our talks on evolution are driving me insane. Just like the thoughts from the acid that are tearing up my brain. I knew that you
I’ll be dancin’
Well, a guy once told a good friend of mine, that if he died that day it would be a good day for dying. Well,
