Vent

I feel like all the colors I could ever imagine are yelling sweet nothings at the top of their lungs, inviting hands choking me softly. As the eyes of my peers pointing spears up and down my spine. And right when I get used to the noise it stops and my mind goes blank and my brain feels empty like a tent haveing all the sticks holding it up ripped from under it. In simpler terms I'm used to chaos in every second of my life that I get freaked out when things calm down

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Kento

Thanks hcdtghhvxtvu

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  Kento

Deeeeeep (Great poetry tho) :0

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