Alive Yet Distraught Read Count : 18

Category : Poems

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Grief, yet another great but undesirable word.
A life where all things seem to fall through.
Never does anything right, or so I think.
A heart and soul trapped on the brim of what seems to be an overflowing eruption from the minds volcano.
Lava creating more heat or maybe it's the friction of the thoughts constantly rubbing against each other.
Jumbled is the mind, barely able to find the memories when once I was happy.
Happy endings seem nonexistent.
So I'm here, being just that, existent. 

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