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May 2017
i often ask myself,
where is my mind?
it goes to places undefined.

it crawls through cracks
and opens the door.
to a room i am unsure.

it replays the thoughts
that were not there
my brain feels so,

so sad and bare.
natalie
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natalie  F/North Carolina
(F/North Carolina)   
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