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[_asecondchance_]

heh, I'm not sure if it's really a poem. I think it's more just a bunch of thoughts put together. It might have potential though, i dunno.


It's like I'm standing on the ceiling
And I'm reaching for the floor
It's this feeling that I'm getting
Like a disease without a cure.

Cuz I've got angels in my nightmares
End demons in my dreams

I'm searching through my mind
Deep into its core
I don't know if I like it
Or hate it even more

And I could use these excuses
For why I'm so upset
but excuse me for confusing
I'm severely past regret.