i wish i was a dinosaur
free with broad lands to soar
dead but has the world to adore
yet here i am sitting on the floor
with thoughts stored
like a wooden box
i am at war with myself
such a chore
tears hide behind the door
i can't take it anymore
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 7:38 AM UTC
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