i'm waiting for my wake up call.
all of this can't be real, so i must be dreaming. i have to be.
there's too much.
i can't take all of this. i'm being stupid again. i want things i can't have. i want people that don't want me.
this can't be real. i'm asleep, and this is all a complicated nightmare. i have to wake up soon.
i'm just waiting for my wake up call.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
