life is a quicksand
I’m going in slowly
in the middle of nowhere
just a blob of flesh
I thought I was writing my story
but there was no ink to begin with
just invisible strokes
and hollow words
I love reading and binging fandoms.
I try to write and draw.
Procrastination is my only talent.
A bit of Ballad-y, philosophically, Poetry, Uncategorized
21st century, dark, depressed, depression, emotions, feels, lost, night, overload, reality, repressed, suppressed, unfeeling, unknown
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