think
What a curse it is that I think,
Let my thoughts drown me,
Till it wraps around my throat,
Till darkness is all I can see.
I try to stay occupied,
Not to be lone.
The thought of being alone with myself scares me.
The more you think, the worse it gets.
The more you know, the more you ache.
Or maybe my soul is just too pessimistic
Maybe my darkness is fake?
I drove myself to the darkness..
-mika
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