GreyA Poem by Heathensrandom thoughts about emptinessSOMETIMES I WONDER IF WHEN WE SAY THAT WE’RE EMPTY THAT ITS JUST A COVER UP FOR FEELING TOO MUCH. EVERYTHING FEELS SO GREY AND ALMOST LIKE THE MOMENT RIGHT BEFORE YOU FALL, WHEN YOU KNOW SOMETHING BAD IS GOING TO HAPPEN. I LIVE RECKLESSLY AND NEVER LOOKING TWICE WHEN I CROSS THE STREET. NOT THAT I DON’T THINK I COULD DIE, BUT I THINK I’VE ALMOST BECOME COMFORTABLE WITH THAT IDEA. © 2016 HeathensAuthor's Note
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AuthorHeathensPAAboutI've had this account for a long time. A majority of the few things posted were from when I was a young teenager, so don't be too harsh please! My newer work is much better i promise !! more..Writing
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