Life is a bewildering elixir. You wake up to the hoax, believing that since dread doesn't sit inside your chest like a punch that today just might be different. The strain is still there, stilling your sanity, your sleep and there's a point where who you are is a strutted cry and you wonder why you can't push through the break. Your gut whimpers for the dream.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
