As I walk along the faded streets
The lights flicker as if they are stars
Words from my past pass through my ears
As well as the song, Where Is My Mind
And to no one's surprise
The stars cry big, cold tears
That pop in my hood and jacket
And the ground below them
Where is my mind?
I do not know
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Time Capsules: A Poetry Collection
PoetryI should hate it. It's a curse, after all. I've caused a lot of pain, hurt a lot of people because of it. My youth went by so fast it's like I'm still there, at the very first step towards this insanity. I can only remember fragments of it. Eight ye...
