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Sep 2015
kaleidoscoping thoughts rotate
patterns change, colours migrate
hard as I try, I
cannot escape-
the penitentiary that is my own

I could walk tens of miles,
run thousands of feet
fly forever with angel wings
and dive to the deepest
depths of the sea.

from time to time
when I can't even stand
to be around me,
I put my pink matter
on my bedside shelf
and leave,

for I have better things,
to do with myself
then worry about

& me.
Sometimes I can't stand who I am
Written by
Natasha  25/F/here, there & everywhere
(25/F/here, there & everywhere)   
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