She's not herself anymore,
She's changed.
I guess that is expected, since the environment is different therefore we must be too.
I hate it when environments do that, but no matter how much times I tell myself this whole thing is untrue,
Another person pops up out of no where, reminding me that this is all indeed true, and nothing is going to start going back to normal any time soon,
And that's what I hate the most.
And I can't even do anything about it
- helplessness is so not my thing.
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoetryThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
