I feel a disconnection
From everyone;
Like trying to fit a square
In a circle hole.
It doesn't feel real,
Doesn't feel okay;
Doesn't feel like I ever
Even belonged here.
Searching for the connection,
The way that
A wanderer in a desert
Searches for an oasis.
Here I go on,
On with my life,
Tryna fit my square
In their circular life.
~☆~✧~✧~☆~
Why doesn't it fits?
Anna
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Inks of Heart
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