I keep snuggling myself into something that's not real
I keep cuddling myself into something so surreal
My hands grip it tightly
In an attempt to never let it go
I keep holding it close to me
As I want to keep it near
But deep inside I fear
That one day I'll be clear
And notice that it's not here
Not anymore
It never was
Because it's still unreal
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Poems of a Teen
PoetrySo here I am. I've been trying to write poetry for a while now and currently I'm at a point in life where I think about publishing it somewhere. So why shouldn't I publish it on Wattpad? If you're interested in getting to know my mind a bit then le...
