I have a feeling,
that it's all gonna crash.
It's all gonna burn,
just like trash.
It'll all disappear,
but I have no fear.
For I have lived through this once before,
and I don't like it there,
not anymore.
This series of "Unreleased Thoughts" is just gonna be all the poems that I have never wanted to show the world, but, in the end, decided to release them. No context. No specific point. Just my thoughts that are now out there.