I've lost myself
This isn't the first time, and it probably won't be the last.
It's as if my soul went for a walk,
wandering,
and slipping.
Trying to find its way in a world where it's never belonged.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Planes
PoetryLetters to him disguised as paper planes. I always think of you. Sincerely, Yours. 《Poems about my first love》