My brain operates like my messaging skills
Typed out my heart.
Deleted every word.
Forgotten.
I suppose I should cling to what I feel
But the moment they surface they feel
Too unreal
So I delete them from my head
Watch them until they're dead
Forget that it's ok to feel
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
My brain operates like my messaging skills
Typed out my heart.
Deleted every word.
Forgotten.
I suppose I should cling to what I feel
But the moment they surface they feel
Too unreal
So I delete them from my head
Watch them until they're dead
Forget that it's ok to feel
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