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what they missed to see
was my trembling hands
what they missed to know
was my messed up mind
what they missed to understand
was my likes and resentments
all they ever do
is pushing me over the brim
into the dark abyss
of their toxic standards
YOU ARE READING
Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
