i can't stop wasting all my time thinking about her,
it's like every hand at the clock was manufactured for every inch of her,
every second dwindling away, wasted on her.
just as i am. (is it that bad, though?)
i can't stop feeling like i was created to function for a greater purpose,
yet here i am, rooted to the ground,
echoes in my ears and voices in my head.
careful waking up the child in my mind. (he's better than i am.)
- better than i am
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growing wings | Completed
Poetry❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberat...
