The feeling of my hands touching
Foriegn
The sound of my teachers voice
Zones out
My friends words
I can't understand
She taps my shoulder
"Are you okay?"
I smile.
Where am I?
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Tears Of A Confused Soul // Poems
PoésieI don't speak for you, I don't speak of societal truths I speak for myself, I speak of my truths My heart is mine. My Poems. not much to it. No specific genre, just my mood in that moment and time. Since it has to do with my moods, I may not post...
