wednesdayy.

Feeling: breathless
506pm
i am a fish taken out of the water. gasping for air, i frantically look around. nothing is as i thought it was. how could i be so blind before? who are these strangers? i just don't know anymore. give me back myy point of view. someone, anyone. please? pretend that nothing has happened. i just want to live in myy head again.



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thanks for the comment.

i love the postal service

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:-0 Nice poem


And gracias for the comment, it made my day



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Ttylz

Ha! Happy Thanksgiving.

this wasn't a poem...just short and fragmented pieces on whatever i was thinking in five minutes.


but oh well.

poems are better than nothing, i guess.


♥verena