I was doing well for a while
I was eating
I was sleeping
I was here
present
I was doing well for a while
I was here
I was aware
too aware
too present
truth is that I was never well
truth is that I put on airs
bandaids and cloaks
masks and makeup
diets and disguises
it's temporary
it's all temporary
how do i become permanent
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Greener | A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems and pieces for when you are waiting for the world to be green again. TW: Mental Illness, Death, SA
