A Poor Womans Doll

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I don't feel real
If that makes any sense?
I feel like I'm just a heavy cloud of fog stumbling around to get places
My mind feels like a ball of thunder that's always ready to explode
Like a ticking time bomb
But it never does
My hair feels like stringy straw that I drape over my head every morning
My breath feels like waves of cold air cutting through my throat
My skin feels like a prickly cactice
Constantly stabbing and pricking everything it touches
My eyes feel like heavy bowling balls that were glewed onto my cardboard face
My hands feels like small numbs with peices of glass placed ontop
How can I be made of so many real things
And still not feel
Real..?
         -Adam L Ventura

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