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as i stare at my ceiling,
memories replay,
my thoughts run astray,
maybe it'll all be okay one day.
look around, what do you see?
all these things are surrounding me,
covered in color.
places pass,
faces don't usually last.
reality can disappear.
as good things come to an end,
no more broken friendships to mend.
YOU ARE READING
jar of thoughts
Conto͏a ͏c͏o͏l͏l͏e͏c͏t͏i͏o͏n ͏o͏f ͏ s͏h͏o͏r͏t ͏s͏t͏o͏r͏i͏e͏s this one means a lot to me. :) RANKINGS #693 in random thoughts #353 in short story collection
