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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #1182379
bored and thinking about life and myself
I feel so afraid,
so lost,
so scared,
so broken.

Tommorow,
is almost here,
almost gone,
almost pointless.

My mind is blank,
empty,
shattered,
bleeding.

The pain is overwhelming,
consuming,
tragic,
everything.

Im cautious about my love,
my heart,
my soul,
my body.

So I'll forget about my fear,
tommorow,
my thoughts,
and the pain.
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