Sometimes.. It feels like my world is on fire.
One day I know that my world's gonna burn to ashes.
But I can't do anything to stop it.
It's like the process has already started.
The smoke is already consuming me.
Consuming my brain, consuming my body.
It's consuming my emotions and my thoughts.
eventually, it'll consume me completely.
It's already starting to get foggy.
Like everything is closing in on me.
The fog is consuming my mind,
My eyes are starting to water,
But it seems like no matter where I go,
I can't escape the smoke.
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Author:
Natavia hobert (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2025 16:03
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Comments1
It's not so bad that it's on fire but I hate when those around fan the flames. A most identifiable read.
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