i'm not sure
what's happening,
but i don't think i like it.
i remember when i used to cry over boys
and stupid things
and for silly reasons,
or when crying actually helped.
i remember when i used to cry a lot
and felt stupid
but then i would feel better eventually.
now, even when i want to cry, i can't.
i don't like it.
it's like i'm becoming numb.
i don't want to be numb.
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galaxies, love, and other magical things (a recueil de poésie)
Poetrypoetry that falls out of my mind like leaves from trees or music from the fingers of a pianist.
