My thoughts are uncollected.
They race through my mind,
like cars on the express way.
Words pop up in my head.
Usually in this order:
Not
Good
Enough
I can't tell if it's true.
I guess I'll see.
When I receive the message from you.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC
My thoughts are uncollected.
They race through my mind,
like cars on the express way.
Words pop up in my head.
Usually in this order:
Not
Good
Enough
I can't tell if it's true.
I guess I'll see.
When I receive the message from you.
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