Impossibility screams at me.
And I'm nailed to my reality.
When it wanders then she wonders
When will her mind ever sunder?
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September was good to me.
PoetrySeptember was good to me. But it was also bad too. [poems of my seasonal depression and other things]
Long Division
Impossibility screams at me.
And I'm nailed to my reality.
When it wanders then she wonders
When will her mind ever sunder?