Reality constantly tries to keep me alive,
To make me stay in the moment,
Begs me to be conscious
But I can't help
and sink deep in
To become one with the clouds of thoughts,
And drift away.
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On The Inside
PoetryThere is a build up, a build up deep within you , of emotions, pain, weakness, love, hurt and anger, one of them or everything at once in all its glory. It hits you hard and slowly creeps out through cracks and gives you a glimpse of whats...
