Wow it seems I haven't been here for a while. So, I think I fell. I think all the time. Every thing has memories. I associate things with. Always in my mind. In is engulfing me. I feel as if I am suffocating. Who knew this could be so painfully anxious, let alone painful at all. Karma.
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The sky is Purple
Poetryjust originals I write when I need to figure out my life. Please ask permission before copying or rewriting just so I know where it is going. May trigger!
