a-rush-of-blood-to-the-head

in a rush, im losing my part of creativity which keeps me pumped, the energy. 

whats the difference between being odd and even?

things going to end. but there has to be suffering. its like slow motion progress that is so tiring. what went missing, will be missed. what is going to miss, will not coming back.

facing the mirror tells me each and every minute is yours.

the satisfaction, powerlessness, the greatness.

truthfully, the eyes of the poetry diaries.

curls.

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