I was standing there. In a room full of people I know and that know me. The closest standing two arm lengths away. But why do they seem so far?
YOU ARE READING
We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human
PoetryWhat goes on inside the mentally stricken mind?
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I was standing there. In a room full of people I know and that know me. The closest standing two arm lengths away. But why do they seem so far?
