Apparently, I wrote this in class a while back…
Instead of causing wounds so deep.
I do not sleep.
So fear the darkness, the darkness underneath.
Creeping closer, breathing faster.
It seems my mind, I can not master.
Wounds get deeper, climbing gets steeper.
I’m building walls, my mask it falls.
I trust the night, when my mind feels most bright.
- Angiie Dahlö (probably 2011 or sutin…)
Oh yeah… forgot to tell you I write poems right? :)
It was the only way I stayed sane when I was younger, but now I just watch to much tv-shows =)
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