When all the pages have burnt away, all my poetry i have thrown away. i'm doubting every decision i have made, or am about to make. When i just can't stand the sounds, of the air vibrating. I feel alone and we are still complaining, yet we are alive and continue breathing. While blood shines like a mad young flood. And the rest means nothing to anyone.
Reason for writing:
i woke up alive
Birth sign: Aries
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