These emotions run wild.
I feel them all to a numb.
They come to exist.
Then they break away to an unknown place.
I don't really know.
It's a confusing world of response.
Jumbled partly in my inner soul.
But i don't really know what the soul is.
Or its true intentions.
Its origin is even more of an enigma.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
These emotions run wild.
I feel them all to a numb.
They come to exist.
Then they break away to an unknown place.
I don't really know.
It's a confusing world of response.
Jumbled partly in my inner soul.
But i don't really know what the soul is.
Or its true intentions.
Its origin is even more of an enigma.
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22/M/Asheville, North Carolina
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
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