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Dec 2013
oh my god who is that
i think it's myself but
only because i'm looking into a mirror
but it doesn't look like myself
my nose looks strange
so do my eyes
and my mouth
and my ears
everything
it can't be me
my face is melting
but then it comes back
it must be me
these movements are not my own
but whose are they
and
i'm scared
and the room is too small and i am suffocating
am i dying is this what dying is
because i don't like it very much
are they really my parents
am i awake am i dead
my hands are melting
i am melting
my body is gone
where the hell am i
i want to go home
another Probably Not A Poem that i wrote yesterday
Little Ghost
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Little Ghost  on the moon
(on the moon)   
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