sometimes when i am sitting
alone
in the dark
reading those words
my body seems to disapear
i can float away
from this
i think that if i sit there long enough, someday i can fly away
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1 comment:
I've decided to start a correspondence through these versions of ourselves, rather than the various other channels I usually use.
I mean, trying new things can be fun, right?
I'm not totally sure who's on my mind anymore. I've been pretty restless and overwrought lately, so it's hard to get everything straightened out in my head.
Regardless, it's almost certainly somebody I won't be able to win over.
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