Monday
I wish I could lose myself. I wish I
weren't such a realist, or that I
didn't know that magic isn't
real, or maybe didn't believe
that. I wish I could build
worlds and explore
them and feel
eternity. I
wish I
could
just be
content.
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Post Meridiem
PoetryI'd do anything to save myself. Hell, I'd even change the world.
