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My life feels so empty and unorganized,
I try to keep calm and focused but my mind wonders,
It's like there are no lines on my paper so
my written words slowly drift downward,
No inspiration and little motivation,
The world outside moves on with its own pace,
People rush past, barely leaving a trace,
And yet I am here, stuck in a loop.
Days slide to nights, Through nights, I count sheep,
Foggy and blurry but I cannot sleep,
My tea gets cold while my ice melts,
Seasons change as time goes on,
I age, I Eat, I Sleep, Hair grows and then stops,
Everything stops. I stop.
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About the Creator
Christopher Hodgson
I love writing Horror, psychological and Fantasy. I hope you like my stories :)
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