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Jun 2
Who ever knew
That happiness could
Wear someone out
As much as it does.

My emotions
Have grown drowsy,
And my head’s
A bit too feathery.
Sometimes I have to regroup and re-ground myself. Poetry is one way to do that. It’s weird to feel emotions hardly ever felt before.
Written by
Adrian  17/M/Wherever I May Roam.
(17/M/Wherever I May Roam.)   
     Shrika, wren, Mona, yasaman johari, --- and 1 other
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