I want to erase the time I've spent on this feeling, take back my own head want to feel the way I did, before it all became too much I know the depth of the void better than I know myself but who really knows them self anyway. I want to forget but the memory is valued more than my sanity and the time to forget is long gone. They say time heals all wounds but how can that be when time is my wound you feel the peace as you eyes close when your mind sways to the pulse of the blood rushing in your veins. Elegant wounds of time, how could you forget?
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Poems I guess
ПоэзияSome poetry-ish things I've been working on, little writing pieces Idk just random things I feel like writing about.
