caught unaware...yet aware im standing there... right next to the chest......thats next to the door with the broken handle.... that lays on the floor...same as these dreams.... dimantled... my own regret..unkown as of yet... you can see through the keyhole... my ideas just a peephole... a glimpse of the chaos inside... dare we open doors...we know we might not close.. i hang onto ideas like that.... i just....never know..
Reason for writing:
kinda lost it
Birth sign: Aries
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