my room is full of clutter
decade ago i don't have it
maybe i retreat to jungle
as i get older with time
blending with unseen fear
i won't wake up dreaming
i reflects past i smile
i have survive so many
things that could have
man to jumping off bridge,
wandering endless streets
my poems save me a lot
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