Nothing has enetered my mind while I listen to the story. My mind is currently a null void of empty thoughts that race around but seem to have no meaning or a way to understand what these thoughts are saying. Voices that run deep through the depths of my subconscious. Thoughts of the unknown. My my is an empty void. A bliss of thoughts that no one can figure out. Not even I....
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Author:
The Lost One (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this during English class when a man called The Humble Farmer came in and asked us to write what was going through our heads while he read a story to us about something that happened in his past.
- Category: Sad
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