As I write my hand drifts to the backspace
I just want to create
It's a 1 to 1 delete rate
I can't help to erase
It's like my emotions are bottled up
I just need the glass to break
I need someone to shake me awake
Im as delicate as the china tea cup
I want to help myself
Build myself to be a better me
I want to yell whoopie
I don't want to stress
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Single Cells
PoetryThis is a book of poetry. Poetry about sadness, depression, anger, fear; but also about happiness, joy, and love. This is a book about how one of your cells can change yours and somebody else's life.
