Black.
White.
It's blank.
There's nothing.
Then words come and come.
More words come.
I hear whispers.
I see memories.
It's all driving me crazy.
I can't find my way out.
I'm lost.
Lost in my thoughts.
Lost in my head.
S. J.
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Poems
Poetry"love is a game of tic-tac-toe constantly waiting for the next x and o" This book consists of poems about life, love & pain. We all experience different things in our lives. We all met different people that changed our lives. We are all different. B...
