adaptable
There are no words,
Nothing flows pen to paper.
this is to be my new beginning
the newest chapter, pages still blank.
No longer sure.
Of myself, The book, of the world
And I am left empty
A blank canvas cold and lonely.
Overwhelmed by the nothingness
Missing the candy cotton ciity
The cold here cuts
No longer a powder sugar sting
But I know it will make me stronger
It won't kill me
I am above all
adaptable
Nothing flows pen to paper.
this is to be my new beginning
the newest chapter, pages still blank.
No longer sure.
Of myself, The book, of the world
And I am left empty
A blank canvas cold and lonely.
Overwhelmed by the nothingness
Missing the candy cotton ciity
The cold here cuts
No longer a powder sugar sting
But I know it will make me stronger
It won't kill me
I am above all
adaptable
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