I had a dream
That made me think
Have I gone mad?
My thoughts are scattered
And I don't breathe
The way I want to
When I think that things
Are fine
I fuck up
That's why I am sitting here
Drinking a bottle of tequila
But I promise I'm not
Like my mother...
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Typically Typical
PoetryIt was suffocating me. My thoughts, my head, everyone. About a girl who seems typical on the outside but a mess on the inside....
