The more I know the crazier I get. It's as if my mind twists knowledge into what I've read. I hope I'm not identified but my mind screams otherwise. I have no control over my created lies.
I'm a genius yet, I don't want to be. If knowing hurts this much I would tell you to destroy me. Over and over I turn inside out my thoughts. Slowly and slowly I deteriorate and rot.
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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~
