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  • Writer's picturejacky


i have no words to describe my state of mind, it all feels so empty rhymed

behind the mask i have designed, there is nothing left but a good amount of traumatized

trying to feel alive with every step i take

knowing what i used to make, to feel the fake

i should try and manipulate the betrayed part of my brain, the need to escape

take the fate and cut off the part that doesn’t belong to me with a blade

i had lost myself in the meantime, no longer knew who i was, i missed myself

late at night, nothing feels right

saying goodnight at midnight, but staying awake till the moonlight collides with the sunlight

staying quiet overnight, but at the same time i overwrite an rewrite

trying to explain what happens in the time of the twilight

i am unidentified


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