Can i convince myself,
If even for a moment,
That i'm alive?
What if I touched the stars?
Could I?
Even if in my dreams?
Would they let me sit among them,
Could I converse freely?
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Acosmist Dysphoria
PoetryAcosmist Dysphoria The writings of an uneasy adolescent Who believes in nothing.
close but no cigar
Can i convince myself,
If even for a moment,
That i'm alive?
What if I touched the stars?
Could I?
Even if in my dreams?
Would they let me sit among them,
Could I converse freely?
