Meandering thoughts

I'll let the silence
corrode my skin,
and distort realities
with my pen.

My nights-
filled with bad intentions,
Nightmares:
barely fit to mention.

Friends
descend
and I begin
to depend,
But will I
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Or simply surrender?
a would-be contender.
Who couldn't contend,
or even pretend-
To see fruition,
I'm in
Re[miss]ion
A wall.flower
in a room,
doomed
To darkness,
yet
[craving]
to Bloom