The simplest things in life are free
Tend to over complicate
Laying here in my own death
Stuck inside My little head
I'm happy to be alive
So many things to be
Roads inside
Mental breakdown
Today
Around every turn
This road of life
So many holes
Afraid to leave
The house
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just something I feel. No particular reason for thought. Just something you know. When knowing is shallow, something is seriously wrong. Evolve, move foward. This life is ours
- Category: Reflection
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