He seemed to not yet fully understand what was needed of him. Still living his days in shambles with no true responsibilities. He walked around town with a sense of carelessness but the truth was , he was scared shitless of everything and everyone. So he had no choice but to act tough on the outside. But no one really knew what was going on inside the mind of yet another bipolar freak. Because that's what he was. He was just a freak. And not in te weird creepy kinda way. Okay , maybe just a little bit. But more in the kind of way that , he was not of the ordinary. He knew he was different. But has yet to find out how. Or better said , why.
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Never Ending Thoughts(Collection of Poems and random thoughts)
PoetryMy scrambled mind , on a neat , digital platform. Ready 4 the world to read.
