I’m not myself apparently.
I’m tempted to agree admittedly,
if only just to keep their eyes
away from me,
but I don’t know who I’m… 47 more words
Genre: Contemporary Poetry
Publisher: Andrews McMeel
Publication Date: July 10th, 2018
“My heart is damaged in a way I can’t describe with words and any feeling I’ve had is gone like silence.” 295 more words
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