dad would say I have to do better
but I have two lovely doggies lying by my feet
one slightly psychotic but that's okayand when it's like this
and the sun in my face
it doesn't seem so bad
even though I know it's completely shitto be honest
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I don't know how to deal with this
I don't even know what this isI guess it's like a feeling
a feeling of falling
not the romantic kind
but the other one
and it's become a sort of a constant
but then again
august always gets the best of meit's just hard to admit that I don't remember the last time I was happy
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infinite shades of blue (journal part I)
Poetrythings I wanted to say but never did