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thoughts, venting, occational poem.
depending on my sobriety my writing can be entertaining, dark, mentally disturbing and depressing. but it is always the truth. at least through my eyes.
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[b:4323cd5d74]I am reaching but i fall,
The stars are black and cold,
As i stare into the void,
Of a world that cannot hold,
Ill escape now from that world,
There is nowhere i can turn,
There is nowhere to go on. [/b:4323cd5d74][/align:4323cd5d74][/size:4323cd5d74]
The stars are black and cold,
As i stare into the void,
Of a world that cannot hold,
Ill escape now from that world,
There is nowhere i can turn,
There is nowhere to go on. [/b:4323cd5d74][/align:4323cd5d74][/size:4323cd5d74]