watching from the window
i would throw myself
and arrive down there,
in the world.
but i will never do that
because from down there,
all the people don t seem smaller
and i can hear their screams
and fall in love with sad faces
and my smile is believed to be
as fake as theirs.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
watching from the window
i would throw myself
and arrive down there,
in the world.
but i will never do that
because from down there,
all the people don t seem smaller
and i can hear their screams
and fall in love with sad faces
and my smile is believed to be
as fake as theirs.
just some thoughts. not very important.
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