𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋, 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦

𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢. 𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑

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23. July
unnamed
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the days pass
and I'm just sitting there
while everything around me
goes away in a flash
everyone is happy
and I'm still sitting there
not knowing
what to do with my life
maybe I never will
maybe I will always
sit there

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