Before he shot he wrote

Anny

What am I running from?

What is it im so afraid of facing

Try to keep the paces

What for these tears are wasted

What am I seeking there

Isn’t it something I’ve lost already

I’m so afraid of

To be lost for forever

  • Author: Anny (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 2nd, 2022 13:52
  • Category: Sad
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  • L. B. Mek

    intriguing
    a depiction of spiralling
    thought patterns
    voiced by a poem's
    empathetic, voice..
    (if more novel writers
    could do this
    we wouldn't need
    all those pages, wasted
    on descriptive detailing
    of elaborate, dress sense
    peculiarity's
    and facial features
    as anchors to a characters
    laboured characterisation
    details...)
    lol
    thanks for sharing



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