she told herself to reach for the stars but she always caught herself before she fell.
she told herself she was going to be okay, but she doubted and twisted every kind word she was told and she told herself.
the constant nagging of her sickly sweet and dangerous thoughts made her question if she was really okay.
— am i?
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Poesíasimple. sharp. and hopefully memorable. poetry for the mad. join us. {lowercase intended } ------------------------------ bec g. crawley © 2019
