Dissociation Blues
Some days are nothing but black
Fighting a battle in endless fog
Seeing nothing, hearing only pitiful static
Some days are nothing but black
Nights bring emptiness, fading wordlessly to fog
Exsistence stands still in nothingness
I am lost
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Kitana
I write as a way to tell my truth and reveal my inner thoughts. Overthinking is a hobby of mine and I like to get lost in my own world. Poetry helps me cope with the world and myself. Please feel free to comment or contact me! Instagram: Kitonion (though most of my works will be posted on this platform for now).
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