dreaming about the things we would be
if everytime things got rough, you could see
see that the world doesn't revolve, 'round you or me
you and me could have just been alone and free
free to do what we wanted, atleast to a degree
everything that kills me, makes me feel alive.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
