POEMS

Brooding

Almost one week down without a post. I swear that my life so busy, it does the most. Yet, I make time to pour out my anguish. At my new desk last night creating this. Mind full of people living in my multiverse. A tendency to forget shit because the gift; the curse. Now, I leave you this to think about after I’m gone. If this is what you want for your life, then where did you go wrong?

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