Category : Poems

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Even when I was a kid, I had thoughts
Sitting on the edge on the floor of my bedframe, thinking to the point where you can’t think anymore where the little man in your brain says you’ve gone too far this is the exit sign it’s yellow and black and it’s big. It tells you that when you cross that sign you can’t come back so you think for a moment do I want the answers or do I want to stay where I am, one day I will choose the answers so many days I feel like it but for now I stay thinking I’ll stay behind the yellow and black sign and I’ll live with the mystery for a while