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I lost myself in ever new city I went to.
I thought I'd find what I was looking for and become less mental. But new shit won't change the old shit that I've been through. Now I'm just in a mess. That's there no cleaning thru. I can't even write no more. I think left that part of me in my old bedroom. I could go anywhere. Travel some place. End up somewhere but I can't go home. Everywhere is nowhere and I feel nothing. But I fucking hate it here. I hate it everywhere. I'd hate it anywhere. Because the problems me.Some times I find myselfShould have listened to your own advice
Now you have to pay the price
Used her as your lifeline twice...
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Metaphors from Mars (Poetry)
PoésieMars: a symbol of conflict, desire, and passion Disclaimer: This "collection" is an archive of poetry and various ramblings from my teenage years. All poems were written between 2016-2024. Please enjoy the thoughts from last 8 years of my life.