they crumble them up.
without a single thought about it.
i know it's none of my business.
but how can i sit still?
when all i can think of is it?
how do you come into terms with yourself?
tell me how?
how do you deal?
what makes you sleep at night?
all of these sleepless nights thinking.
thinking aimlessly.
all those empty forgets.
we just leave them there
as if they're worthless.
i get that they're crumbles.
we have crumbled them.
and with that i am sick
sick with ease.
i might as well be crumpled too.
for all we know now
someone has forgotten about me.
like a jot down on the paper.
not good enough.
didn't fit the picture.
why do we crumple them up?
now they're just
crumpled thoughts.
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