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May 2018
sometimes I still feel young
so small I could fit in someone's coat pocket,
become invisible or completely erased.
what is the point of taking on a world
where you know you are small-
you get no where. you feel nothing.

- small
Written by
conceptcollection  22/F
       Red, emnabee, A Simillacrum and Wordmancer
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