I think we've all been there
In a solitary state of mind
In a world filled with singularly grief
I crashed and burned to cinders
Leaving behind my legacy to wuthering winds
Become someone who I am not
Distanced myself from friends and family
Like the great seas parting ways
The path becomes deeper
Blacker than midnight
In a constant loop of finite self hate
I learned tolerance for life
And the impact of a choiceful
Outlash of anger can lead to.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
I think we've all been there
In a solitary state of mind
In a world filled with singularly grief
I crashed and burned to cinders
Leaving behind my legacy to wuthering winds
Become someone who I am not
Distanced myself from friends and family
Like the great seas parting ways
The path becomes deeper
Blacker than midnight
In a constant loop of finite self hate
I learned tolerance for life
And the impact of a choiceful
Outlash of anger can lead to.
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