You must remember. Most words aren't real. Most things that your eyes will wonder through are thoughts and thoughts and thoughts, that I forced into a few meaningless sentences . Nothing is real.
My ribcage is caving in on itself. The air surrounding me chills right through me, every single inhale. I am collapsing. F a l l i n g
apart, piece by piece, layer by layer, until I'm completely undone. and then here I will be, trapped in a dim dim d a r k empty place. I will be in a state further away, recognizing my mind with ballpoint ink.
I am but a hopeless heartless poet living in a world that adds up to nothing, I find beauty in simplicity while I search for a flame to maybe keep me going
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