Category : Poems

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Nervous intentions, silence broken, no longer a stand by. Blank delusions of sediment intelligence. Who we are ..is who we fear the most,lost never truly found..on the outskirts of this composition.. Everyone's wandering in the dark waiting for a mysterious catastrophic disaster alcoholic concoctions,solve the battle between myself and I .,but only for a moment of brief silence,that I have won the battle of being an enemy of my own sick inner demons.