fade out
to the days where things didnt feel like a dream,
to when i looked into the mirror and saw myself,
when i could look down at my hands
and know i was in my own body.
its funny how when youre floating away,
fading to the past
can be your best chance
to
come
back
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darkest dreams
Poetrya compilation of dreams and memories, painted black and scribbled onto a page