PUZZLED MIND
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raging consequences, sometimes even confusing. i know i can be. i don't mean to, it's just the way my brain is wired.
criss cross.
red to blue,
yellow to red.
it just doesn't make any god damn sense, and i know that you felt it too. a heavy weight strapped to your chest, kept close like an infant.
with a mind jumbled like an opened pack of thread, and possibly a weary head, you once wrote you were meant for something more.
i just don't understand why you had to fit into this tortured cosmic plan?
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BOTTLED STARDUST
Poetryೃ⁀➷ poetry/prose from the viewpoint of a mournful heart ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ➤ story contains content relating to grieving and loss. thank you for reading ♡ 🏅#15 in poetry
