There was a riddle my dad used to tell
How if I were trapped in an actual nut shell
"Imagine Chrisy that you were trapped. How'd you get out?" He'd say
"I don't know Daddy," I would say
"First stop imagining"
And that was the end of our little game
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What you see isn't always real :)
YOU ARE READING
Hollow Thoughts
ŞiirPoems without titles only meaning. Not all poems are true. It's honestly so cringe-worthy.
