An Overthinker
Being an overthinker
flying freely,
Where thoughts take me,
Can't control them.
Bcz I'm an overthinker
Takes me to the clouds
Whirling in the winds,
Feeling you in the air.
Memories becomes weapons
Or the hot liquid volcano,
I can feel it.
I've been thinking more
Sparkels or burning ashes,
Confuse things with the reality.
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