You may not know what’s inside you unless something pops out, in every one of us there is at least something we fear or tainted that causes problems. To some they ignore it and act like it’s not there but to others it is there in all it’s colors.
the mind is frozen,
taken by time,
destroyed by air,
blackness grips and never lets go,
it never leaves,
it never goes away,
always there sitting waiting,
being amuse from the slightist,
of pain,
time after time,
it sits,
only to want more,
but it stays inside,
as the host is taken it,
to many amuse places
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