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Jan 2018
Walking in a world I don't understand half the time...

It's like being in a bubble watching the world go by.
Wondering who are these people?

It's like the taste in your mouth when you haven't brushed your teeth.
Bitter, thick, thoughts dancing in my head but no one's having a party...

I take a deep breath look away from the screen hold that moment for a few seconds staring into space like a lunatic but.... still.

What am I looking at... nothing.

Lost.
If you like it let me know.
Written by
Nichole  28/Androgynous/Canada
(28/Androgynous/Canada)   
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   Bobby Copeland
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