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I normally don't write stuff like this,
so feed back would be helpful.


As i sit alone i cant help to conceive,
on how much Ive let my mind sink,
for i have lost my innocence,within my grasp,
like this weed i smoke, it slowly turns to ash

my mind is like a poem that ever lasts,
worsening as time comes to pass,
at a point in my life my innocence was at its peak,
now its steadily flowing down stream,
as i finally reach the ocean,
i realize i am not lonesome,
in this cold world we call home,
filled with all these hearts of stone

innocents should be innocence.

Otherwise it's cool

very good especially the ryhming

did you write this while stoned?

i feel like you could expand on what you see, like poe did when he was toking the ope, haha.

the flow is pretty good.