i promised not to go back there
that place which has no life
the darkness my mind couldn’t stand
every minute hearing myself cry
so i write down the messiest thoughts
hoping it all makes a lot of sense
so that by the end of it all
i would understand my emotions
it doesn’t always work
i still can’t predict my feelings
but all i can do is try here
by taking everything that i’m thinking
.
.
.
& letting them fly with the wind.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
i promised not to go back there
that place which has no life
the darkness my mind couldn’t stand
every minute hearing myself cry
so i write down the messiest thoughts
hoping it all makes a lot of sense
so that by the end of it all
i would understand my emotions
it doesn’t always work
i still can’t predict my feelings
but all i can do is try here
by taking everything that i’m thinking
.
.
.
& letting them fly with the wind.
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