missing pieces of my own soul
picking them up and
trying to cover up the large hole
in my head
in my brain
why do i let myself dream like this?
we're never getting home
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
lost
missing pieces of my own soul
picking them up and
trying to cover up the large hole
in my head
in my brain
why do i let myself dream like this?
we're never getting home
