Like puzzle pieces, I try to fit in. Like a bounty hunter, I try to capture an image. On this merry-go-round I ride, into an unknown land. Shackles cuffed on ankles, clanging against the floor. My last breath huffs into the air, dying off as it wisps. -mommamafia
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poems to myself ✔️
Poetryuncovering me, whole and honestly. Just expressing my feelings and thoughts. Highest rank #51 in poetry (12/04/17) #1 in expressyourself 6/5/18
