I find myself looking for peace
In the most terrifying place ever
Searching for an answer
Were I don't even have the question
Stuck inside a monotone program
Feeling like a robot
The only thing working is my brain
My body is the object for the source
A source that feels crashed
Mislead from the main point
Seeking for the road of recovery
But how to return is always a mystery.
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Things I've never saidPoetry
TINS To the things I've never said. To the things you've never said. To the the words that have never been spoken To all those emotions that couldn't have a chance to be expressed. To all and every single piece of mind that could never been...