drowning in mental instability
i'm loosing sight of my abilities
i've come so far in my mind
buried my old self, set her in binds
can't wait to die, but not by my hand
melancholic alcoholic in a dry land
i don't allow myself to feel anymore
i can't allow myself to love anymore
three hearts in an early grave
my conscience attached like a slave
the bliss of eternal rest
for me now, seems best
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Author:
lai lai (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2026 19:18
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Welcome Tiny
Great debut
Loved the alcoholic line
Looking forward to reading more from you
Welcome . Nicely done, strong and hard.
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