Take one
Take two
Take all
One being heavily medicated never solved nothing
Bare keeping me awaken
Only ever really dazing
Walking through streets
Just gazing
Thinking
Was that really me
Who was that
Am I her
Is she me
Where did it go wrong
I knew the risks involved
But i still took my chances
One in million
would be
I get better than worse
But looks like imma be going through the
Nine hundred and ninety nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine
options
Of getting worse
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Body without Mind
PoetryA glimpse into the mind of an empath, bearing in mind the toll of what can't be controlled but instead manifested into the mind's darkest creations.
