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Mar 2017
millions
billions
trillions of people
existing in our own little bubbles
despite whether or not
we live with people
we are in our own stories
and when they align
it's like shooting stars
glorious
or
disastrous
i do not live in this reality
my mind cannot exist in its own story
drifting
i float in the clouds
Bailey Tunnell
Written by
Bailey Tunnell
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