how i found myself bound
2025-05-08
how i found myself bind
by rules whilst living rulelessy
living blindly
depressed mildly
i cant write anymore
i am a real person i
puking all the misplaced
all my missed days
my mind is broken
or maybe its becoming a whole
im starting to like poetry
my mind thinks of rhymes instead of bursting out stuff
maybe i
do not know
may be i,
do not know
am i what i used to be
whats the next sentence supposed to be
what shall be made of me
peacefully
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