Falling down my arms outreaching for anything to ground me. Colors pass me in blurs while sound ease to exist, yet the words in my head become all I can hear. Seeing one last object t grasp I find it holds me from falling into nothing. Taking a closer look I find that it's what I fear.
Why have I once again found this memory that I'd hidden so deep?
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Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
