Walking lonely down my road,
loosely kicking pepples of thought.
Nothing left to waste my time.
Beacons of light fading fast.
Here Today, gone tomorrow,
Poes words, lingering to memories.
Broken promises and bleeding pens,
Bookes lay scattered, strewn across the floor
But none can save me from my sweet sanity.
Silently clawing at my mind,
gently eating
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