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Apr 2020
I am not meant for this world
The most striking insight i ever had
I am not capable of living
Not to insinuate i do not want to
WRONG - I crave it so dearly it hurts
But ordinary tasks overwhelm me
Other humans compute differently
Tending to my own needs does not come easily
And in the end of the day
I perch underneath the sequoia in my garden
Watch my silhouette fade in the diminishing light
And cry
Tears of sorrow
This might not be very poetic,rather thoughts I have regularly.Maybe you can identify with my feelings,anyway thank u for reading.
Petrichor
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Petrichor
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