I dreamt I were someone else
That my mind was just a little less of a hell
Instead of racing,
or being weighted constantly
It was as light as the sky,
and careless as the sea
Could that ever truly, once again be me?
For this feeling I can only write but poetry
Unless someone emptys the 8 pounds
From inside my skull
I don't know if I'd ever be free
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
I dreamt I were someone else
That my mind was just a little less of a hell
Instead of racing,
or being weighted constantly
It was as light as the sky,
and careless as the sea
Could that ever truly, once again be me?
For this feeling I can only write but poetry
Unless someone emptys the 8 pounds
From inside my skull
I don't know if I'd ever be free
Idunno sometimes
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