May 2017
How pathetic of me
To write poems and string up words
When those same words
Are the reason why my soul bleeds.
How despicable of me
To talk to a phone
Simply because
I just don't belong.
To write poems and string up words
When those same words
Are the reason why my soul bleeds.
How despicable of me
To talk to a phone
Simply because
I just don't belong.
I am uneasy with everything and nothing happening all at once.
(F)
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