I thought for a while that I had been misread a long time, for I do not feel.
I continue to hurt those around me, my skin does not peel.
I suppose to some, to be known is the most beautiful feeling.
I’m reeling!
From the realization and dread, that perhaps all these years,
I might have been dead.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
I thought for a while that I had been misread a long time, for I do not feel.
I continue to hurt those around me, my skin does not peel.
I suppose to some, to be known is the most beautiful feeling.
I’m reeling!
From the realization and dread, that perhaps all these years,
I might have been dead.
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