Peachy Keen
imagine.
A world we live in being in cased in total darkness.
Cold, still..
Blinded from the notion of light that seeps within automatically.
Until fear over shadows a feeling of success.
Disabling me.. Crippling me.
Disposing the unit of strength that is me.
CURSE THIS WORLD
so blind.
Moving forward, focused on the universal persuasion of hope only to fall deeper into the abyss,
this pit of darkness.
Silent and blinded.
Imagine.
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Writing has always been and always will be the one thing that connects me to and exposes that of which is my reality. It's helped me to open my self up to self awareness and encourages others to do the same. Safe to say it's my first love.
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