by Arcassin Burnham

Dream through the forest and all of the trees,
through them I'll arise
from the side of these leaves,
and in the fall
I'll fall again,
there is no reason
to pretend,
i'm floating up consciousness in the end,
the twenty-second time without knowing the
worth,
As long as you have a soul that could
cross the earth,
no whirlwinds
being a teen is not easy in any country,
I don't compare my situations to all,
but in this case..
depression is a ***** and so is karma,
from the nails on my hands to my saliva,
biting them constantly.


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