Where's my mind?
Maybe it's under my bed? No, that's where I left my soul.
Maybe it's in my closet? No, that's where I left my dignity.
Maybe it's behind my curtains? No, that's where I left the world.
Currently Listening to: 'Bellyache' by Billie Eilish.
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Thunder, Rain and Some Sun
PoetryI've never been the type of person to talk about how I'm feeling, I bottle it up like I'm sure most people do. But when I turned sixteen my father bought me a notebook with paper planes printed on the front of it and told me to write everything down...
