Watch the skin drift as it loses itself in dirty waters. Losing its mass, preparing for self destruction. Forgetting past happiness.
Breaking down and falling up. Indecisive being that lost freedom before being born. It's distracted and hopeless. Drained from pain. Ever so slowly, attached it's existence to a minimum; fading gently.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
