debris.
is that what i've been reduced to?
detached from the world,
hurled into orbit like
something there's no use for
anymore?
where do i belong?
does anyone really want me?
or am i just another piece of junk
let go and detached
to become debris?
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Dregs
PoetryDregs: the most worthless part or parts of something. This is a collection of poetry I've written over the last few years as I try to figure out who I am, what I want, and how to get it without killing myself in the process. I'll put trigger warning...
