Today i can't read, i can't sleep
Everything feels so unbalanced
struggling to find my own inner works
And yet i choose to stay in the shadows
No ink in the pen can make you understand
You simply can't have eyes for my words
Its painful but not hurting just sad
Struggling with my weak spirit
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
Today i can't read, i can't sleep
Everything feels so unbalanced
struggling to find my own inner works
And yet i choose to stay in the shadows
No ink in the pen can make you understand
You simply can't have eyes for my words
Its painful but not hurting just sad
Struggling with my weak spirit
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