Fine


This is not poetry, this is my thoughts that I am trying to drive it into words,

Crumbling my thoughts into words with my limitation of dictions,
With the grand and small knowledge,
I have one head with millions cell possessed by billions thoughts,
I am sinking,
I am sad,
But most of all,
I got the power,
To let it all out,
With words,
Even with its limitation.
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