I miss those minecraft worlds
The times where you and I
Felt like we had that worth
Digging up plants and dirt
I crave those minecraft days
Under the covers
Making tools and cakes
Pushing our worries away
Building gardens in our minecraft haven
A world where we both felt
Like we didn't need saving
Saying "fuck our education"
I miss those real life days
The ones where you would lie and
Tell me "we're okay"
I miss those real life days
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
