You can feel it in your throat.
Your Chest.
The feeling of wanting to scream,
but you can't
so you cry.
But I don't want to cry
because
I am strong.
I dream of the animal parade.
The one from the Teletubbies.
I dream of simple times.
When I would burn oil over a candle and it would smell like summer rain.
And it would smell like the first girl I loved.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC
You can feel it in your throat.
Your Chest.
The feeling of wanting to scream,
but you can't
so you cry.
But I don't want to cry
because
I am strong.
I dream of the animal parade.
The one from the Teletubbies.
I dream of simple times.
When I would burn oil over a candle and it would smell like summer rain.
And it would smell like the first girl I loved.
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