Finding My Way Read Count : 23

Category : Poems

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I'm running out of things to write.
Most are always the same.
I became the narcissist
In most others stories. 
Unloading false baggage
Looking to party
Trying to act cool 
Chugging down half a bottle
To earn their approval.
A whole bunch of
I lost me
Karma still has its teeth sunken in
But my life's still not fin.  


Comments

  • Apr 05, 2021

  • Nice poem

    Apr 05, 2021

  • very nice sir.....

    Apr 05, 2021

  • Apr 05, 2021

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