I always hid beneath the shadow, beneath the blanket,
I'm too afraid to go outside and face what I've always fret,
But the time and place has been set,
Can I still back out, I feel like it'll be my death.
Anxious feeling dwelled up on me as I look at the world outside my window,
I could only imagine how they enjoy their lives while I isolate myself from people,
I can still talk to you, if you don't want, just say so,
And now, I'm at the roof and I just let myself fall into sorrow.
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Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poetry:a small brown European bird that sings a beautiful song especially at night. Just some random poems I had in mind... I usually thought of this around nighttime hence the title XD Btw, all of this doesn't make sense ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ This book is dark, please...
