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
=)
:-0 Nice poem

And gracias for the comment, it made my day

>_<

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