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Feelings all twisted around, I can’t correspond, sometimes even make a sound, I’m feeling like I’m just stuck to the ground, like..

I doubt I could actually make a nursery rhyme, Everyone has a basic one in their head, this is what was in my head.

Fearing who would grow up first, the parent or the child, sometimes it’s the the one who views it all.

This is a poem about my mind in very dark, no almost darkest of times. Take it how you make it, I simply mean, I found words that really hit me, th..

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