It will never stop bothering me
The cycle spins and spins
Making me nauseous everytime I'm reminded
That I have no power to make things okay
So I vomit out my words again and again
Trying to reach and bring out the sense
Without technically interfering in anyway
But the more that I know that it's all useless
The sicker and more desperate I get
To change what I cannot control
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My Scribble Thoughts
PoetryMy second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you...
